Torn. Niall Horan love story.

Torn. Niall Horan love story. Chapter 14.

"What is it?" Niall asked.

"Follow me."

We followed the nurse into a room. It was slightly dimmed. There were a few seats. But none of us sat.

"So?"

"Zayn is in a coma."

"Oh my god."

"And we don't know if he will wake up. And if he does. There is a high risk of having brain damage."

"No," I whispered.

"May we see him?"

"Sure."

We walked upstairs and went into his room.

"Wait. Only 3 at a time," the nurse said.

"You guys go. Mary and I will wait out here," Niall said.

"Ok."

Niall and I sat on the ground outside of his room.

"Niall?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going to happen to One Direction."

"I don't know Mary. I just don't know. But right now all we can do is pray that he will wake up and will be healthy."

"I guess. I'm sorry for everything."

"Me too. You know I heard you singing."

"Uh really?"

"Yeah. You're really good. Amazing actually."

"Thanks. Music is a big part of my life."

"You guys can go in now," I heard Louis say.

"Can I. Go alone for a second?" I asked Niall.

"Of course."

He let go of my hand and I walked into the dark room. I looked at Zayn's limp body. He was hooked up to all kinds of machines. He wasn't even breathing on his own anymore."

"Zayn. Im so sorry. So sorry," I cried.

I knelt down beside his bed and took his hand.

"I didn't know. I really didn't. Zayn I love you as a friend. I know you can hear me too! Just please. Please. Don't give up."

I turned his wrist over. There were cuts. Fresh cuts. My eyes traveled up his arm. He had a word cut into his arm... It was my name...

"Oh my god," I whispered.

I rested my head on the bed and cried. Why did I do this to him. I didn't want to hurt him... He's like my brother.

"Mary? Are you ok?" Niall asked.

"No," I whispered.

He walked over to me and knelt beside me. He was softly rubbing my back. He looked up at Zayn and saw I was holding his hand. His eyes looked at his arm.

"Oh."

"I did this."

"Mary listen to me. Zayn has been on depression medicine for years. Maybe he stopped taking his pills and so this all happened."

"Why is he taking them?"

"Some things that happened in the past. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that he's alive."

"Yeah."

He ran his hand through my hair and wiped my tears.

"C'mon. We should get back to the hotel. It's late. Zayn's parents are on a flight on their way here. Liam is going to stay until they get here."

"Ok."

He took my hand and helped me up. Walking me to the car, never letting go.

Zayn has been in his coma for weeks now. They have moved him to different hospitals. (Still in Florida) The boys have taken a break from the tour. They haven't talked to the press yet or told any of the fans. Today was my day to stay at the hospital.

I walked in his room and Harry was sleeping on the couch.

"Haz. Haz. HARRY!"

"Oh my god. WHAT?"

"I'll take over. Go back to the hotel. Get some sleep."

"Thanks. Oh um. Has Liam apologized yet for what he said?"

"Yeah he did."

"Good. I'll see you later ok?"

"Ok."

I sat down on the couch and looked up at zayn.

"How ya doing today?" I asked knowing he wouldn't answer.

It looked like he tried to move his leg.... Probably not. I got up and stood by his bed. I took his hand.

"Zayn the doctors are about to give up. You need to wake up Zayn."

"Excuse me?" I heard someone say.

"Yes?"

"Doctor Levi. How are you? Are you his girlfriend?"

"Um no."

"Oh ok. Well look. We think it's time."

"No. Just one more day! Please."

"You have been saying that for a week now ma'am."

"Just one more day. Please," I begged.

"Ok."

He sighed and left the room.

"Zayn. You gotta wake up Zayn. I know you can hear me."

I squeezed his hand a little.

"Wake up," I whispered.

I felt pressure on my hand. Is this... Oh my...

"Zayn. Zayn! Can you squeeze my hand?"

He squeezed it a little bit harder.

"DOCTOR! Come back!"

The doctor ran back into the room.

"He squeezed my hand!"

"Ok Zayn. If you can hear me. Wiggle your toes."

I looked down at his foot. His big toes wiggling slowly.

"This is great. Ok. Let me do one thing."

The doctor went over and took the breathing tube out of his throat. He pressed some buttons.

I looked at Zayn's face. His eyes slowly opened. His mouth forming a giant smile.

"Zayn! Oh Zayn!"

I ran up and gave him the biggest hug ever.

"I missed you," he managed to say.

Tears ran down my face. He's alive. And healthy. And normal. I quickly called the boys.

"Hello?" Niall said.

"He's awake Niall! Get over here!"

"Ok!"

I threw my phone on the couch and looked at Zayn again.

"I'm here. No need to cry," he said.

I chuckled and hugged him again.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Oh thank god."

And for once I bowed my head and prayed. I thanked god for saving him. For making him healthy. I've never beloved in miracles before now. I never even believed in god really. But now I know. I know he is real. And I know this is crazy but... Zayn should be dead. I know he should. But he's here because he's a fighter. He's strong. He's my hero. And I love him.