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The Boy Down the Street

Chapter Twelve~Hospital Food isn't that bad

When I awoke my wrist was in an bright orange cast. I smiled. It was my favorite color. Zayn must have arranged that. I looked my self down.I had a white sports bra on and blue workout out shorts on,(which Zayn probably brought) probably to work on the gash that was now bandaged and probably had a million stitches and hurt like a mother ducker. It started at my waist and traveledd up to underneath my right breast. I had two bruises the sizes of baseballs. One was on my thigh and the other was on my shoulder. My hair was in a curly rat's nest. I looked and felt like SHIT. I looked up and saw my reflection. I looked past the mirror and saw Zayn's worried face.He was wearing a white shirt, his favorite leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and all black vans. He hair wasn't in his normal quiff. Once our eyes met heis expression softened. "Hey. How do you feel?" He asked. "Like shit" I said, with morning voice even though it was 3:30 in the afternoon. "Sexy. I like you morning voice." Zayn said stroking my tangled hair. He kissed me softly on the lips and rubbed my stomach. The kiss lasted about 3 seconds and was way too short. After he pulled away I pouted and crossed my arms like a pissy toddler. Zayn laughed. "Ky. I think I'm in love with you. Wait. I-I love you." Zayn said. Love. My ebtire life I've wanted someone to love me. My mom only cared about her phone and my dad died when I was 12. Nathan never really loved me. Could this be real. The way Zayn's eyes pleaded me to say something I could tell it was real. "I love you too." I said, meaning it. Zayn's eyes lit up. "Zaynie. I hate to ruin the moment but I'm hungry. He smiled and walked out, and brought back a tuna sandwhich and a bottle of water. I attemped to sit up but my gash caused me to yelp in pain. Zayn eased me back down and pressed a button on a panel next to my bed, and it moved me into a sitting position. He sat the tray on my lap and watched me eat. He placed my tray on my nightstand when I was done. "I have a suprise for you." Zayn said. I tilted my head in questin. He walked over to a duffel bag and brought it to me. He brought a chair over and sat next to my bed. He pulled out a fuzzy blanket, my stuffed cow Phllip that my dad gave to me when I was 5, a copy of Pitch Perfect, my favorite watermelon lip balm, a framed picture of him and I, a cooy of Tuck Everlasting, my all time favorite book, and a condom. I was a virgin. "What's this?" I asked seductivly with it in between my fingers. "Oops, that's for AFTER you get out of the hospital." He said, fiddling with my sportsbra strap. I blushed. "After." I said swatting his hand away. He smiled and put the condom in his pocket. He covered me with the blanket, popped in Pitch Perfect and put all of the other stuff on my nightstand. Zayn took off his shoes and climbed in with me. We laughed at Fat Amy and The Treble Makers. I inhaled Zayn's amazing smell. I fell asleep in his arms.