The Best Year: A Larry/Ziam Sequel [MPreg] {INCOMPLETE FOREVER?}

Chapter 6~ Numb

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*Zayn's POV*

Bright  lights blinded  me as I opened  my eyes  and the  smell  of antiseptic and medicine filled  the air. I crinkled  my nose.

I had always hated the smell of hospitals.

And I knew I was in a hospital  because  of the crisp  white sheets and heated blanket that surrounded me,  as well  as the beeping of the heart monitor  beside the bed I layed in.

I could feel the tubes coming out of multiple parts of my body. I didn't know how many drugs  they had me on,  but the way  my body was feeling, I could tell it was a lot.

This time I  knew not to try  to sit up  but instead used the button to move the bed.

I could see Liam in the chair across  the room,  knocked out,  clearly exhausted. I imagined  that if he hadn't  cut his hair it would be  in his  eyes. But that was the  old  Liam. Now he had short hair  and was buffed  up from working  out. He wasn't how  he was when I first  met up  but that was more  than ok. His body was in an uncomfortable position but it was cute.

I smiled and then everything from the previous  night came back to me all at once.

All of the moments right before the accident were in my head: the loud horn,  the screeching of tires,  and the sound of metal  crushing against  metal.

I remembered waking up the first time  and then for the second time  it hit  me that  I was the sole survivor.

My heart stopped for a second.

So did the beating of the heart  monitor.

I didn't  understand. Why was I still here? Out of all of the people  who died,  what made more deserving to live? I didn't want anyone  to die,  I didn't want to  die. Yet I still  felt like I was taking someone  else's place  by being here.

I didn't  know the other family  but I'm  sure  they didn't  deserve to  die.  It was scary,  how just one accident  could take so much away from the world in a few seconds.  It didn't make sense.

And shit.

I had kissed Liam.  Or he had kissed me and I had kissed  back.  Whichever way,  it didn't  matter. The fact was that it had happened and now I had to think  about  what that meant.

I didn't  want to  think about all the possibilities. Did he like me?  Did he know  I liked him?  That would just complicate things. I loved Perrie. I didn't want to  hurt  her. For all I knew,  this was a phase  and I was making a big deal out of nothing. And I really,  really,  really  did not need to complicate my life any further.

Fuck.  I was probably just over thinking everything. It had happened in an intense  moment.  It didn't even mean anything.  Liam was just  trying  to calm me down and it had led  to... that.

"Zayn?" A voice asked,  snapping  me out of his thoughts,  "Are you awake? "

"Uh yeah. " My voice  came out as a croak  and I mentally  cringed.

Liam got up and walked over immediately, "How are you feeling? " He asked, his soft  brown eyes filled with concern.

I shrugged,  "Just tired. My whole body  feels like I haven't used  it in years. "

Liam nodded and gave a small laugh,  "Understandable.  The sedative they had you on was pretty strong. Would you like  some water?"

I nodded. My throat was hurting and it felt itchy and dry.  I didn't know how much water  was going to help but it was worth a shot.