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Melanie's P.O.V:

"What?" He asks me.

"Nothing," I reply, holding his hand.

Holding his hand is making me feel weird. I don't know if this weird is in a bad way or... My stomach starts to take turns. It feels something really awkward. But unfortunately, I had no other choice. Holding his hand, I stand again, only to fall on my bed because the pain is unbearable and it is getting worse by every minute.

"I can't walk." I cry, shaking my head. Zayn's lips part to say something but he gets interrupted when Louis and my elder sister rush into my room.

"Melanie! What happened to you?" Samantha asks me, with a worried and concerned look on her face.

"Sprain or a twisted ankle, I guess." I say, slightly hissing, still holding onto Zayn's hand, with his fingers tightly locking our hands, sending chills down my spine.

"Oh my. It looks really bad. You want me to come to the doctor with you?" My sister asks me, but I shake my head and forbid her from telling anyone about me downstairs, and to make an excuse for our dissmissal all of a sudden.

"I can't walk." I cry again, biting my lip and clutching onto Zayn's hand tightly, when I try to step ahead but fail, and Zayn's other hand quickly finds it's on my back to stable me. His touch again makes the weird feelings in my stomach to come back, as I close my eyes for a moment, taking deep breathes.

"How about a wheel chair?" Zayn speaks up, chuckling, making me pass him a death glare.

"I'll go start the car, give me the keys." Louis says to Zayn, and Zayn passes him his car keys, and Louis leaves glancing at me for the last time, passing me a slight smile.

My sister steps forward and places one of my arm on her shoulder as Zayn does the same with my other arm, and they both help me get downstairs, and into the car. I get into the back seats, with Louis driving the car and Zayn sitting beside him on the passenger seat, glancing at me from time to time and cracking up at my condition. On the way to the hospital, my pain gets really worse and it gets really difficult for me to move it, even an inch.

The whole drive, Zayn keeps on scolding and making fun of me. I am getting really irritated and controlling myself from punching him any minute. But Louis on the other hand is caring for me a lot. He actually looks really concerned and worried for me.

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I wait for the doctor in the room, along with Louis, and Zayn waits for us, outside, as only one person is allowed inside the room with the patient and of course I prefer Louis more than Zayn.

"Hello Miss.Philips, what do we got here?" A male doctor who looks in his thirties asks me as soon as he enters the room, slowly and gradually.

"Heart attack! Can't he see the condition of your ankle? He's already really late and then he's asking what do we got here?" Louis mutters, mocking and getting annoyed, making me giggle, as I smack him on his arm.

"Louis, he just got two minutes late. Keep quiet, it's okay." I say, laughing at him, who shakes his head at me and groans.

"Yeah, but he has to hurry up. Just look at your ankle, Babe." He says, pointing at my ankle, making me give him a shy smile at the nickname. The doctor clears his throat and looks up at me for explanation, when I explain it to him.

Thank God I didn't fall, otherwise it would've been worse. But the person who saved me was Zayn, and I didn't thank him. It'll look so awkward thanking him, since all we really do is snap at each other, but I guess I'll have to thank him, the way back home.

"Your ankle seems swollen and it's turning blue. Maybe it can be a sprain or maybe it can be a twisted ankle." The doctor says, with his eyes still fixed on my ankle, as he seems too lost on it to look up, making Louis jump out of his seat.

"Maybe? Is he even a doctor or not? And why the hell is he stating the obvious? We already know it's swelling and turning blue." Louis exclaims, looking really annoyed, making me laugh at him, but luckily the doctor didn't hear him.

"We'll have to take the X-Ray." The doctor informs, looking up from my ankle to me and Louis, and I nod, sighing. After a while we get done with the X-Ray and the doctor comes back to the room, holding the X-Ray report in his hand and states that it is a twisted ankle.

"So what is it's treatment?" Louis asks him as I look up at the doctor in patience.

"Bringing back the ankle at it's previous position, which means I will re twist it."

For a minute, I just keep staring at him in confusion, either I heard him wrong, or he is joking. But he looks dead serious, which makes my eyes widen and pop out of their sockets as I gasp and start to panick, trying to get up from the bed.

Retwisting the already twisted ankle?

"Are you inzayn?" I exclaim, catching him off guard as he stares up at me in confusion.

"What's that?" He asks, looking at Louis and I, cluelessly.

"You won't get it, you don't belong to the fandom." Louis says, waving his hand, and shrugging it off.

"Whatever, it will take a second. You won't even feel it, but if you don't let me do it then it will get worse." The Doctor says, making me shake my head vigorously.

"No way on earth, I'm letting you do this to me." I exclaim, when Louis steps forward.

"This is ridiculous, I'm not letting you do it to her." He speaks up, making me sigh in relief when I try to get up from the bed but fail due to the pain in my ankle.

"You won't be able to walk properly, if you don't let me do it." He warns me, which catches Louis' attention and he seems to think of something, before speaking up.

"Will it hurt?" Louis asks the doctor, making me gasp. Cheater changed his side.

"For a second, yes it will. But later, she'll get better." The doctor answers, making Louis nod. His head turns in my direction, and he looks up at me with a convincing look but I yell a "No!".

"Melanie, it's matter of a second. Would you prefer bearing this pain for a long time or just a second?" Louis tries to convince me, as I stare up at him with wide eyes.

"Louis, you cheater! You changing your sides now." I squeal staring at him in shock, when he turns around to face the doctor.

"Can you give us a minute?" Louis asks the doctor and he nods, leaving the room, as Louis again turns to face me with a convincing look on his face.

"Mel, you'll get better if you let him do this." He says, looking at me in concern.

"No," I shake my head, trying to get up from the bed, hanging my legs off the bed. But Louis steps forward and stands in front of me. My legs brush against his stomach, as he tries to block me, reducing the space between us.

"I know you're stubborn, but so am I," He says, directly looking in my eyes. The only sound can be heard in this silent room is the sound of us two breathing.

"I--" before I can speak up, Louis cups my cheeks with both of his hands and stares directly in my eyes.

"I'm here with you. I will be holding your hand the whole time. I won't let anything happen to you. You have to trust me okay? It'll get better." He says, giving me an assuring look. My brain stops when he says the word 'trust', the only thing which is difficult for me.

"Mel?" He calls out, interupting my thoughts, when I look up at him, and he asks me if I'm ready.

"I don't know, maybe." I take a deep breathe, shrugging off the memories which started clouding in my brain. He nods and goes outside, to call the doctor and they both step inside, making me more nervous.

The doctor asks me if I'm ready and I nod, gulping. I lie down on the bed as Louis rushes by my side, standing next to the bed, giving me an assuring smile.

"Just don't look at your ankle right now. Okay?" The doctor tells me and I nod, when tears cloud my vision but I blink them away. Louis turns my face, with his fingers, gently towards himself.

He gives me an encouraging smile which I try to return but fail. So he moves his hand towards mine and grabs it. My heart starts beating really fast and I start to panic a lot, 70% because Louis was holding my hand and 30% because of my ankle. I bite my lip and my grip on his hand tightens.

"Okay, so I'm about to do it." The doctor announces, making me groan in annoyance.

Do it already or I'll kick you with the same leg.

I try to glance at my ankle, from the corner of my eyes, but quickly shift my gaze towards Louis. He keeps on giving me encouraging smiles to relax me, which in someway help a little bit.

It feels good to have someone by your side. But will that someone always stay by your side? Or leave you and suffer on your own?

Again my previous memories hit me, making my eyes watery. I try to blink the tears away, but one of them manages to fall on my cheek, only to be wiped off by someone's thumb. I looked up at Louis and give him a weak smile.

"It's done." He informs me, smiling, causing me to furrow my eye brows in confusion as I give him a questioning look.

"Your ankle," He answers and I look around for the doctor but he is no where to be seen.

"When? I didn't even feel anything." I ask Louis, when he chuckles, playing with my fingers.

"You seemed lost somewhere." He says, and I clear my throat, casually nodding my head and sitting up on the bed.

"Thanks for being by my side." I thank him, with a smile, and he return one back.

"I'll always be by your side."

Will you? Because last time I heard that sentence, the person broke their promise.

"I promise." He says with a smile on his face, as he steps closer to me. He ends the distance between us by leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine.

My eyes widen when I feel his lips against mine, making me confused. My mind goes blank and heart starts to pound really fast. My whole body gets numb, making me feel paralyzed.

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A.n:

Stay blessed and safe. Keep smiling cause it looks best on you. :)

Love y'all and Zayn a lot.

Thanks xx