Chapter 19

Perrie POV

“She seems to be paralyzed from the waist downwards due to the concussion she sustained,” the nurse says as I the tears fall fast down my face.

Zayn squeezes my hand tight. The girls arrived at the hospital about 5 minutes ago and Leigh-Anne asks, “What does that mean for her… um walking?”

“Well, we’ll put her into physiotherapy and we really just need to see how it goes. Some people recover the ability to walk quickly and for some it takes a very long time,” the nurse says. I squeeze Zayn’s hand and look up at him for reassurance.

“So that means she’s not paralyzed forever?” Zayn asks the nurse.

“No. She won’t be paralyzed forever,” the nurse says. Zayn sighs heavily in relief and kisses my hand.

“You’re welcome to leave hospital whenever you like. We’ll bring you a wheelchair now,” the nurse says. I’m still crying. I know it wont be forever but I know I’ll have to miss performances on the tour and I know Zayn will be feeling guilty. I can see it in his eyes how sorry he is, even though he has told me a million times.

Zayn lets go of my hand and wipes my face with his sleeve, getting rid of all the tears. Zayn says, “When do you want to go baby?”

“Now please,” I say, wiping away my remaining tears.

“Leigh can you pull the chair over,” Zayn asks as he lifts me, bridal style, out of the hospital bed and puts me down softly in the chair.

As Zayn wheels me out of the hospital we say thank you to all the doctors and nurses and a few of them ask for a picture with Zayn, which he obliges to.

“We’ll go in this car,” Jesy says as the girls walk towards one of the minibuses waiting outside and Zayn wheels me to the other one. He opens up the door and lifts me in, then runs behind the back of the minibus to put the chair in the boot and hops in the car.

“You okay Miss Edwards?” the driver asks.

“Yes thank you,” I reply and the driver starts driving.

“Zayn. Do the press know?” I ask, looking up to Zayn’s face as he is sitting next to me with his arm round me.

“Yes but we’ve asked the paparazzi to stay away from the hotel while you get your stuff,” he says.

“What do you mean ‘get my stuff’?”

“Your physiotherapy is back in London. You didn’t think you’d stay here did you?”

“But what about the tour?”

“You’ll join again when you can walk again,” Zayn says kissing my head, “baby I’m sorry.”

“But I’ll be lonely. You’re going to America. What am I supposed to do?”

“I’m not going to America,” he says.

“Excuse me?” I say, maybe I misheard.

“Until you’re better I’m not going anywhere,” he says, “And you’re mum is coming to my house in a couple of days.”

“Your house?” I ask.

“There are two many stairs at your house and my house has a spare room for your mum.”

“Do I not get to decide anything?”

“No. You need to get better as soon as possible and I’m gonna get you better. I promise.”

“I know you feel guilty,” I say, stroking his hand, “but you can’t put your life on hold. You don’t have to make this better and you definitely don’t have to ruin your career.”

“I know I feel guilty and I wont be able to sleep if I go to America because I’ll be worried sick. It’s mainly because I love you.”

“Do the girls know your plans to steal me?”

“Yep. That’s why they let me and you be alone in this car, so I could tell you.”

“And have you told the boys or management yet?” I ask and Zayn’s face falls.

“No,” he says.

“Okay,” I say and I rest my head on his chest, “When you gonna do it baba?”

“On the way back to London,” he says and he kisses the top of my head.

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“Bye!” I say as all the girls lean down to hug me as me and Zayn are about to leave. All the other contestants are saying goodbye as well and I see Zayn, out of the corner of my eye, talking to Richard from management. They look serious.

Zayn walks over to me and lifts my suitcases into the boot and then lifts me into the car, then my chair. He slides in next to me but doesn’t put his arm around me like he usually does, or stroke my hair, or hold my hand. We drive off in silence back to London.

“What’s wrong?” I ask after half an hour of silence.

“Nothing,” he says and forces a smile.

“Don’t lie to me. What did Richard say?” I ask, desperate to get an answer out of him.

“I told him I wasn’t going to America.”

“And?”

“He said I couldn’t be in the band if I didn’t go.”

“WHAT! They can’t do that. Zayn, they can’t do that,” I say, shocked.

“They can,” he says, looking upset.

“Then you’re going.”

“I’m not.”

“There is no way in hell that you’re losing your dream so you can stay with me. I’ll be fine with my mum,” I say, “You should call the boys now.”

“Okay. I’ll call them now,” he says as he gets his phone out of his pocket.

Zayn POV

“Hey Niall?” I say as he answers the phone.

“Bro, what’s up? You haven’t been replying to our texts. Is Perrie okay? We saw the papers.”

“Well she has no feeling in her legs but is going to do physiotherapy in London until she gets the feeling back again.”

“Well send our love to her,” Niall says.

“Are the boys with you?” I ask.

“Yeh I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Hi boys,” I say.

“Hi,” they say in unison.

“Well obviously you know about Perrie and I wanna stay with her until she can walk again so I can help her. And that means I can’t go to America,” I tell them.

“We get it Zayn,” Harry says.

“Yeah, we’ll go when she gets better,” Louis says.

“That’s fine,” Liam says.

“Well there’s actually a problem. Management says I’m out of the band if I don’t go to America,” I say.

“What? No way. No way Zayn. We’re not doing anything without you. No fucking way,” Niall says angrily, his voice getting louder and louder.

“Perrie wants me to go to America but I don’t know. I don’t want to leave her,” I say as I hold Perrie’s hand.

“No, you need to be with her. Family comes first,” Louis says.

“But you boys are my family too,” I say.

“Then we’ll tell management that we wont go to America. They can’t kick us all out,” Liam says.

“Are you sure?” I ask, “I don’t want to ruin this for you.”

“Zayn, there is no way in hell we’re doing it without you so we’ll have to tell management that,” Niall says.

“We’ll get an appointment to see management for tomorrow,” Harry says.

“Okay guys. Thank you,” I say.

“We love you bro. Send our love to Perrie,” Louis says and they hang up.

Perrie POV

“They send their love,” Zayn says as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

“And what’s happening?” I ask.

“I’m staying with you,” he says and kisses the side of my head, putting his arm around me.

“So you’re not getting kicked out of the band?”

“Nope. Me and the boys are going to talk to management tomorrow,” he tells me, “We’ll see what they have to say.”

“Okay,” I say, “I know I’m being ungrateful but I do love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s get you get better so you can show me you love me,” he says cheekily.

“Zayn!” I say and hit his arm as he giggles.

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I know this chapter isn't very good.

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