ZAYN’s POV.
A look of worry is written on my face as I feel her forehead. She was fine when she left for New York this morning so why the heck is she suddenly sick and pale? I have asked her a million times but she keeps telling me she will be fine? How can I be fine when my wife is on a sick bed.
“f**k” I mutter under my breath. If I had known this would be the case, I wouldn’t have let her go to New York by herself. Scratch that, I wouldn’t have let her go at all. And she even came back today. She locked me out of her head making it impossible for me to actually figure out something was actually wrong with her.
It was when she landed at the airport that her new assistant called me and I almost severed her head from her body.
A knock on the door jolts me out of my thoughts and I stand
