Diana.
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She didn't tell him much, she was tired and only knew his name, after all.
And that his father relapsed.
Even though she is surrounded by people in similar situations as her, she didn't care to talk to anyone about it. But Zayn was different. Maybe it's because she didn't know him, or maybe it's because of his caring nature, but she automatically knew she could trust him.
Diana awoke enveloped in his arms, his warmth becoming overwhelming mixed with the heaters in the waiting area. Slipping from his hold, she quietly stands up, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Her mother was still asleep, the machines connected to her still beeping. Diana opened the blinds, letting in the winter sunlight. She looked up at the ceiling again, the simple movement soon becoming a habit.
Although she was trying to focus on the flickering light, she couldn't help but picture a certain pair of honey-coloured eyes. She decided then that she would talk to Zayn more, as she already missed his smooth voice.
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Days passed with no excitement, just the constant hospital noises and the rare movement of her mothers eyes.
Despite the cold, Diana stepped outside in jeans and tshirt, goosebumps forming on her skin in a matter of seconds.
"I see you still don't have a jacket" a familiar voice says. She turned around to face Zayn, his honey eyes staring at her own.
"How are you?" she asked, stepping closer to him as he drapes his own jacket around her shoulders for the second time since meeting.
"I'm well, although my father isn't" Zayn replied, glancing up at the clouds before locking eyes with Diana again. "I'm afraid he doesn't have much time left" he continued, wrapping an arm around Diana's shoulders before leading her back inside. She began to get a feeling of déjà vu as he held open the heavy glass door, allowing her to walk inside.
"Come with me" Zayn softly said, turning Diana in the direction of another corridor.
"Where are we going?" she asked, curious as to where this almost-stranger was taking her.
She was brought into a lounge-type room, where her and Zayn sat on the couch and made conversation. Stories of their childhood were passed between them in a game of 20 questions, both wanting to know each other more.
"How old are you?" Zayn suddenly asked as Diana finally gave his jacket back, this room proving to be much warmer than the waiting room.
"16, you?" she replied. It soon became obvious to her that this boy could be much older than her, and she started to become worried.
"17" Zayn said, chuckling. She could tell he knew about her worries with age, now long gone as she sighed with relief.
The pair continued chatting away, both becoming more comfortable around each other. The vital question finally came up, and Diana was completely unprepared.
"How long has your mother had cancer?"
Diana wasn't used to talking to people about her cancer story, as she never thought people cared enough to listen. But Zayn was different.
"She was first diagnosed six years ago, when I was 10 years old. It was lung cancer, but the doctors reassured me that it wouldn't spread. She went into remission and was perfectly well after that. I guess she just started getting bad again, because she went for a checkup the other day, and didn't come home. That was when I got called to the hospital, and she was admitted because of relapse-" Diana paised, becoming choked up. "She promised that nothing would happen to her, Zayn. She promised that everything would be okay." A tear managed to slip out when she said that last sentence, the realisation finally getting to her.
"She doesn't have long left, Zayn. And I'm really scared."
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okay so yes I know I haven't updated in a while and I have no excuses I've just been lazy haha
also I'll update b/n asap I just need to plan out a few more chapters before I post anything
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