Going InZayn [SEQUAL TO TAKING THE WRONG DIRECTION]

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning feeling like I couldn't breath. My throat felt like sand paper and I could feel my own fever. My eyes slowly opened and I realized I was laying on my side. I sat up and began coughing, hard and dry.

"Zayn?" Louis said from the kitchen. I looked up and saw him watching me from the kitchen. He looked a little better. His face had more colour and he looked more Louis.

"Morning," I struggled to say. I wiped some sweat from my forehead. Ronnie and Liam snored next to me, sleeping in the same places they were last night. I walked into the kitchen and slid into the bar stool next to Louis.

"Zayn, are you alight?" Niall asked, placing a plate of bacon in the microwave. I shook my head and felt my face. My skin felt like fire. Louis reached up and placed a cold hand on my forehead.

"You're really warm mate." I coughed into my arm and Harry placed a mug of tea in front of me. He gave me a quick smile as I sipped some of the drink. The tea burned as it slid down my throat. I set the cup down and groaned some.

"Damn it Lou, you got him sick!" Niall said, a hint of humor in his voice.

"I see how it is," he replied, drinking more of his coffee. Harry smiled and flipped the pancakes on the griddler. I coughed again, making my throat burn. Niall grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and hopped into the seat next to me. He pulled out a popsicle stick and a thermometer.

"Open," he said. I turned to him and opened my mouth. He placed the stick on my tongue and inspected my mouth. "Yeah, your throat is really swollen." He removed the stick and stuck the thermometer in my ear. It beeped a second later and Niall looked at the result. "101." I groaned and coughed hard into my arm. Harry set a plate of two pancakes in front of me. My stomach growled, but I really didn't want to eat. I felt like I was going to puke. Still, I picked up the fork and cut into my breakfast. I place a piece in my mouth and my tongue felt like it caught fire. I chewed it slowly and swallowed, coughing as it went down. Niall placed a hand on my back as I continued to eat. Liam finally woke up and joined us in the kitchen.

"Wow, you look terible," he said, taking a piece of bacon. I would have given him a rather nasty look if I wasn't choking on freaking oxygen.

"Shit," I mumbled, jumping from my seat. I sprinted behind the kitchen and through Ronnie's room to her bathroom. I dropped my head into the toilet and emptied my stomach. I heard the others calling for me, but I was too busy getting sick. I felt a hand on my back and I peeked up. I saw a little blonde, then I dropped my head back down. Tears began forming in my eyes and I began choking on my sobs.

"Zayn?" Niall said. I lifted my head up and wiped my face. Niall got to his knees next to me and I set my head on his arm. I wrapped my arms and began crying into his chest. What was happening to me? Between Louis, Perrie, Gabe, nothing was right anymore. My life was falling apart.

"Shh, it's okay Zayn. Let it out," Niall whispered. I cried harder and Niall pulled me closer. We sat there for a while, me crying like a baby into his chest. I sat up and wiped my damp eyes.

"Are you okay now?" he asked. I coughed really hard and nodded. Niall flushed toilet and helped me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around my waist and helped me back into the living room.

"Zayn, what happened? Did Louis get you sick?" Ronnie asked when we walked back in. She was in the kitchen with the others.

"Again, blame me!" Louis yelled. Niall walked me into the living room and set me down in the recliner. I rubbed my arms, a chill spreading over my body.

"Do you want a blanket?" he asked. I nodded and he disappeared from my view. He came back a minute later with my blanket, laying it across my body. I mouthed a thank you and Niall joined the others in the kitchen. Ronnie walked over to me with a bottle of pills and my tea. I moaned as she opened the bottle.

"You need to take some Zayn," she explained. I sighed as she dumped some pills in my hand. I set them on my tongue and swallowed some tea, the pills going down with it. I coughed as they went down, not helping my hurting throat.

"Do you want to lay in my bed?" she asked when I could breath. I nodded and she pulled me to my feet. I wrapped the blanket tightly around me as she walked me back to her room. Her room was the guest room behind the living room. Her room was decorated with pictures and stuffed animals and other teenage girl stuff. She layed me down in her bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.

"Get some rest, okay?" she said, kissing my head. She pet my hair back and left the room. I rolled away from the door and found myself face-to-face with Gabe.

"Hello Zayn."