Sitting at home I was waiting for (Y/N) to come home. It was December the 24th and tomorrow would be the Christmas morning, which was her favourite part of the year. She’s had her spirits up for some time now, since she just loved Christmas. She always was a gentle person, but when Christmas came she got even more angelic. She signed up for way too much charity work, but somehow managed to do everything. She helped in a doss house, tried to get the teenagers off the streets and go home to their families and even brought home a stray dog which she found out in the snow. After three weeks we still hadn’t found the owner so (Y/N) decided to give him a name and make him our newest family member. She named the “little guy”, as she called the Stafford Terrier, Patch, because he had a white patch around his eye. The two of them refuted every prejudice about this dog breed being aggressive. The colossal dog worshipped (Y/N) and followed her around the whole house, not once barking or growling at anyone. He would only bark when she would come home, after being out for a while, swiping around her feet and being all happy. Right now Patch was running through the house anxiously, waiting for (Y/N)’s return. Every time footsteps from outside could be heard he’d dash to the door hoping it was her. I totally understood him, because I wasn’t any other, patiently running up and down in the living room, waiting for her. She should be home by now from helping at the local food bank.
I was super anxious, because not only was (Y/N) late, which usually never happens, but also did I have a special present for her tonight. We’ve been together for some years now, so I decided I wanted to finally ask her the big question. I had everything planned out, beside Patch obviously. The last weeks I had been searching for the perfect ring. I even bought her two because I thought I had the right one but while strolling through the city I just saw the perfect one for her and I just couldn’t not buy it. Also I had thought my plan through. I wanted to ask the question tonight. I had the perfect ring packed up in it’s velvet box, which was wrapped in some gift wrap paper and it would be the one present she may open tonight. I’ve gone through it a thousand times. Me going down to my knees, when she snapped the box open and would see the ring. The words I would say and hopefully her reaction and answer that would be stunned and a happy yes. But now I was getting more nervous and worried by the second. Did something happen to her? If she knew she’d come home later she would have called. Damn it, I hope nothing happened, please just let her come home and excuse that she had lost track of time.
I jumped when my phone went off and instantly grabbed the small item. “Hello?” I answered the call. “Hello, is there Malik, Zayn?” The voice of a woman asked and I scrunched my nose up confused. I had thought it was (Y/N). “Yes, it is.” I answered curious about why this woman had called me. “Well, I’m very sorry to inform you, that Ms. (Y/L/N) was involved in a car accident. She’s currently in the operating theatre.” I was shocked, I couldn’t process what she said to me. It was silent for a few seconds then the woman started talking again. “You are Ms. (Y/L/N) emergency contact, but is there any family we can call and inform.” I shook my head. “No” I whisper, then I hang up and ran to the door.
It’s been a week now an (Y/N) still hasn’t woken up yet. Patch is going crazy at home and I am going crazy here in the hospital. Sitting beside her bed each day, having to see her angelic form sleeping, with all the cuts splattered across her face. Her car has been a total loss, Liam had been there and got some firm to take the car away from the side of the road, where she lost control on the snow covered street. Harry has been staying with Patch at our place and tried to get the dog away from the door but each time I went home, which wasn’t very often and mainly for a really short amount of time, I would walk in on the Stafford Terrier, waiting by the door. He always got excited smelling (Y/N) on me but each time he had to realize that (Y/N) wasn’t coming home with me. Sighing I got up from my space and went to get myself some tea from the vendor in the hall.
