Y/N's POV
I was still lost in thought when the door opened, snapping me back to reality.
A hospital assistant stepped inside, holding a clipboard. "Your tests are done. You'll get your report in about a week."
A week.
I nodded slowly, gripping the edge of the examination table. "Alright." My voice came out steadier than I felt.
The assistant gave me a polite smile before leaving, the door clicking shut behind them.
I let out a slow breath, staring at the spot they had just been standing.
A week. Seven days of waiting. Seven days of not knowing.
I told myself it didn't matter, that I wasn't worried. But as I stood up, slipping my jacket back on, I couldn't ignore the uneasiness curling in my chest.
Something about this felt different.
And for the first time in a long time, I wasn't sure I wanted to know the truth.
Zayn's POV
I walked through the hallway, my steps faster than usual. I told myself it was just routine, just checking in on a patient.
But my heart knew better.
When I saw Y/N stepping out of the examination room, I felt something tighten in my chest.
She looked… the same, yet different. Familiar, yet distant.
I forced myself to keep my voice steady as I greeted her. "Hey."
She looked up, a little surprised, but then smiled. "Hey."
That smile. It did something to me.
I swallowed, shoving my hands into my pockets to keep myself from fidgeting. "How are you feeling?" I asked, trying to keep it casual, even though I was anything but.
She shrugged, her fingers gripping the sleeve of her jacket. "I'm fine. Just waiting for the results."
Fine.
I didn't believe that. Not for a second.
But I didn't push. Not yet.
I just nodded, pretending that I wasn't feeling that same nervous energy I used to feel around her back in high school.
Because no matter how much time had passed this was still Y/N. And I wasn't sure I'd ever stop caring.
I nodded, glancing at the closed examination room door behind her. "Well, the reports will take a week, so…" I hesitated for a second before pushing the words out. "Why don't we go for a coffee? If you don't mind."
Y/N blinked, clearly not expecting that. "Coffee?"
I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to play it off like it was nothing. "Yeah. Just coffee. It's been a long time."
She tilted her head slightly, studying me. For a moment, I thought she'd say no.
Then, finally, she gave a small smile. "Alright. Why not?"
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Great."
It wasn't much. Just a simple invitation.
But as we walked toward the exit together, I felt that nervous, restless energy in my chest again.
Because this wasn't just about coffee. This was Y/N.
And no matter how much I tried to stay calm, I knew this meant more to me than I wanted to admit.
We stepped out of the hospital, the cool breeze brushing past us. I stole a glance at Y/N as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looked tired. Maybe she didn't notice it herself, but I did. Her movements were just a little slower, her eyes carrying a weight she wasn't saying out loud. As always breath taking sometimes I think I am over exaggerating her beauty but then I am looking at her over exaggerating?nah I am not even half of complimenting her Beauty.
She is a goddes. My goddess.
"There's a place nearby," I said, pointing toward a small café across the street. "Still remember how you take your coffee?"
She raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes. "You tell me."
I smirked a little. "Two sugars. No milk."
She laughed softly, shaking her head. "Not bad, Doctor."
That sound—her laugh—did something to me. It wasn't loud or carefree like before, but it was real. And for now, that was enough.
We walked in, found a quiet corner, and I ordered for both of us. She sat down, looking around, fingers lightly tracing patterns on the table.
"So, are you always this invested in your patients, or am I just special?" she asked, a teasing edge to her voice.
I leaned back in my chair, keeping my expression neutral. "I don't invite all my patients to coffee, if that's what you're asking."
She hummed in response, taking the cup when I handed it to her. "Good to know."
I watched as she lifted the cup to her lips, the warmth of the coffee softening her expression. I wanted to ask if she was really okay, but I knew Y/N. She wouldn't admit it if she wasn't.
Instead, I settled for something lighter. "You know, for someone who was always running around back in high school, you don't look like much of a hunter these days."
She scoffed. "I still am."
"Yeah?" I raised an eyebrow. "Then why did Xavier have to drag you to the hospital?"
She rolled her eyes. "He's overprotective. He worries too much."
I hummed, tapping my fingers against my cup. "Maybe he has a reason to."
For a second, she didn't respond. Just stared down at her coffee, like it had all the answers.
I wanted to tell her I was worried too. That the moment I saw her name on that list, something inside me had shifted. That sitting across from her now, knowing she was waiting for test results that could change everything, made my chest feel tight in a way I didn't want to admit.
But instead, I just watched her, hiding my worry behind a small smirk.
"Drink up, Y/N." I nodded toward her cup. "You look like you need it."
She shook her head, smiling just a little. "Still bossy, huh?"
"Still ignoring good advice, huh?" I shot back.
She laughed again, softer this time. And for now, that was enough.
The conversation had been easy, light—like slipping into something familiar. But then, I don't know why, I asked,
"So… do you still talk to Sylus?"
Y/N blinked, then let out a small laugh, tilting her head slightly. "Wow. You still remember him?"
I smirked. "Hard to forget the guy who showed up in the middle of our date and acted like I didn't exist."
She let out a soft chuckle, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. "Yeah… that was a disaster."
She took a sip, her fingers tapping lightly against the cup. There was something about the way she held herself—relaxed, but not quite. Like she was keeping something at bay.
Then, casually, she said, "We ended up together after that, you know."
I froze for half a second before forcing a small smile. "No kidding."
She hummed, nodding. "Yeah. Guess all his dramatic entrances paid off."
There was amusement in her tone, but also something else—something quieter.
She leaned back slightly, exhaling like she was letting out a breath she'd been holding for too long. "But… we broke up recently."
She said it lightly, like it was just another fact, just another thing that happened.
But her fingers tightened around her cup for just a moment before she let go.
I watched her, searching for the right thing to say, but she beat me to it.
She looked up at me with a small smile—one of those smiles that wasn't really happy at all—and said, "Turns out, crashing dates is easy. Staying in them? Not so much."
And for some reason, that sentence hit harder than it should have.
I watched her carefully, the way she smiled like it didn't matter, like it was just another story to tell.
But I knew better.
She always did that—hid things behind small smiles, acted like nothing could touch her. But her eyes… her eyes told a different story.
I hesitated for a second, then leaned forward slightly, my fingers tapping against my cup. "If you don't mind me asking… why?"
She looked at me, tilting her head. "Why what?"
"Why did it end?" I asked, keeping my voice gentle. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
For a moment, she just stared at her coffee, like she was thinking about how much to say. Then, she sighed, a soft, tired sound.
"Because love shouldn't feel lonely."
That was all she said. Simple, quiet, but heavy in a way I could feel in my chest.
I didn't know what hurt more—the fact that she said it so calmly, or the fact that she had spent so long pretending it hadn't been true.
I watched her, waiting, but she didn't say anything more. She just sat there, her fingers wrapped around the cup, like the warmth was the only thing keeping her together.
"Because love shouldn't feel lonely."
Her words echoed in my head, sinking deep.
I could've asked more. Could've pushed. But I didn't.
Because that… that was enough.
I nodded slowly, my chest tightening in a way I didn't expect. "Yeah," I murmured. "It shouldn't."
She gave me a small smile, the kind that didn't quite reach her eyes, and went back to sipping her coffee like the conversation was already over.
But it wasn't. Not for me.
Because now I couldn't stop thinking—how long had she been feeling that way? And why hasn't anyone been there to stop it?
Why hadn't he stopped it?
I looked at her again, the way she was pretending to be fine. And for the first time in a long time, I wished I had been the one crashing dates back then.
She lifted the cup to her lips, blowing softly before taking a slow sip.
And I—I couldn't stop staring. Here I go again I know I may look like a fool to think that again I don't know how I dared to live without her for this whole damn years but now after I saw her make me loose my mind even if she don't belong to me I belong to her always.
The way her lashes fluttered as she blinked, the way her fingers wrapped delicately around the cup, the faint pink of her lips against the rim—it was unfair.
She was unfair.
She wasn't even trying, wasn't doing anything special. Just sitting there, drinking her coffee, lost in her own thoughts. But to me?
She was breathtaking.
The dim lighting of the café casts a soft glow on her skin, highlighting the gentle curve of her cheek, the delicate slope of her nose. A strand of hair had fallen loose, resting against her face, and for a second—just a second—I had the insane urge to reach over and tuck it behind her ear.
But I didn't. I couldn't.
Because if I touched her now, I wouldn't be able to stop.
I swallowed, forcing myself to take a sip of my own coffee, as if that could cool down the sudden warmth rising in my chest.
She sighed softly, setting her cup down, and I swear, even that sound did something to me.
God.
She had no idea, did she?
No idea how effortlessly beautiful she was. How she could sit across from me, with that tired look in her eyes, and still make me feel like the world had slowed down just for her.
I wanted to say something—anything—but my throat felt tight.
So instead, I just smiled, shaking my head slightly.
She noticed. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I leaned back, playing it off like it was nothing. "Nothing."
Because how was I supposed to tell her?
That in this tiny café, with nothing but a cup of coffee between us, she was the most dangerous, beautiful, heart-wrenching thing I had ever seen?She looks so delicate so goddess that she might take my life away and I will be willing to give her to let her crush my heart under her but only her.
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