Broken A Zarry Fanfiction

Chapter 22

Zayn's Pov:

The enxt morning, I woke up extremely hung over, and immediately ran into my bathroom.

I vomited alot, and laid down on the bathroom floor.

It felt like someone was stabbing me in the head with a pencil.

Why had I drank so much?

It was so stupid, and now I feel worse than before.

Didn't know that was possible, but apparently it was.

Harry had seen Jack and I kissing.

I tried pulling away, but it had been too late Harry had seen.

It hadn't meant anything at least to me, besides Jack was shit faced.

Not that I was making excuses, but Jack had forced himself on me.

It's not like that's what I wanted to happen.

I wanted to go to the party with Harry, and make everyone jealous with how cute we were.

But now everything was so fucked up, and I didn't know if Harry would even forgive me.

I would have to try though, I didn't want to lose Harry.

I would later, when I didn't feel so naseous.

I snuck some headache pills, and swallowed them dry.

That helped a little, but my stomach was grumbling.

I ignored it, and climbed back into bed.

I just stared at the ceiling, and tried taking deep breaths.

I hadn't had a panic attack in months, and I wasn't about to now.

Deep breaths Zayn calm down everything will be okay.

I said it a couple of times, and then I even convinced myself.

What I really needed was food.

Something fattening, and sickly sweet.

But first I had to get the vomit smell out of my breath.

I had some mint gum sitting on my dresser, and I popped a piece in my mouth.

With that I grabbed my leather jacket, and was out the door.