The Me You Can't See (H.S)

52

Harry's POV:

The faint sound of beeping brings me back to consciousness and I squint as I open my eyes, the light searing my vision. Turning my head to look around the room, my head pounds when I see Liam asleep on the couch across from me.

Sitting up, my stomach shoots pain throughout my body and I wince until I'm sat upright against the back of the couch. Lifting my shirt up, I see a large white bandage with blood beginning to seep through. Pulling the bandage back, the once large gash is now stitched up and I'm reminded of all that transpired in the past 24 hours.

Zayn.

The beeping grabs my attention once more and with a groan I stand up while scanning the room for the source of the noise.

The basement of Casanova has turned into a temporary hospital room equipped with the best equipment and medical care money can buy illegally. Louis sleeps with his chin against his chest and his feet propped up on the table as I limp over to him.

I push his feet off the table watching as he's startled awake by the sudden action. He yells and in return wakes up Liam who mumbles curse words as he begins to wipe the sleep away from his eyes.

"You're awake." Louis stands up upon seeing it was me who woke him up. "How's your stomach." he asks.

I shrug my shoulders in response before saying, "I've experienced worse. How's Zayn." Turning around, I walk the short distance to the hospital bed Zayn lays unconscious in.

His face is sunken and I don't let myself think about how he looks dead. "You lost a lot of blood you should take it easy." Liam's voice cuts in and I shake my head.

"How is he?" I ask against the steady beeping of what I now know to be his heart rate. Louis and Liam share an unfamiliar look and I hate the panic that's taken up space in the pit of my stomach.

"The doctor just left, said he'll be back soon. But he's malnourished, he's dehydrated and almost 70% of his body is covered in scars and bruises." Liam cuts in and I watch as Louis's face contort in pain before looking over to Liam again.

"What?" I ask not fully understanding their expressions.

"Harry sit down." Louis pulls out a chair for me and I sit down reluctantly.

"Tell me. He's going to make it right?" I ask feeling the panic begin to bubble more and more.

"He's stable for now. But he's in a coma right now and the doctor doesn't know when or if he's ever going to wake up." Louis's words echo in my head.

"If? What the fuck do you mean if? He can't be in that bad of a condition can he?" I attempt to stand up so I can get a better look at him but Liam buts in and pushes down on my shoulders, keeping me from doing so.

"Yes it can be." he begins. "Harry they cut and stabbed him and then cauterized his wounds so that he wouldn't bleed out. They did that over and over again according to his wounds." he speaks out quietly and guilt floods through me like never before.

"After I stitched you up you slept for another 12 hours and Zayn flatlined 3 times during that period. Doc just finished his surgery and even he didn't think he could save him." he lets go of me when he's sure I won't try to stand.

"The girls. I told them we'd be coming home today." I ask.

"We still have time. I told them our flight got delayed and we'd be home after dinner." He reassures me and looking at the clock that reads 2 pm, I let out a sigh of relief.

"What the fuck did they do to him?" I scratch my neck finding it difficult to even imagine the pain he went through and for 4 months.

And all because of me.

"I don't know. But from the trauma on his body, the doctor thinks they ripped off his fingernails, broke a couple fingers, and shattered his left kneecap. Even if he does wake up, doc's sure he'll be walking with a small limp for the rest of his life." he confesses and I grimace running my fingers through my hair.

I tug at the strands before pressing them to my eyes. This is too much. This is all too much and I don't know how I can fix it all.

"Have there been any reports?" I question.

"No, all the public knows is that there was an explosion. But there was no mention of the bodies or the drugs." he confirms.

"And the remains?" I ask.

"As far as Malcolm is concerned, Zayn died in that explosion. The bodies are too burned to even be recognized. But speaking of Malcolm, you should give him a call before he starts getting suspicious." Liam hands me my phone and I nod silently. I've been dreading this part since we formed the plan.

I limp my way towards the door when Louis's voice stops me. "For what it's worth, If Zayn does wake up he can start over. I'll even help him. But he's no longer tied to Malcolm and I don't know about him but that would count for a lot of brownie points in my book. He's free. . . and in our world that earns forgiveness."

I nod silently before slipping out behind the metal door and making my way to the main floor of the club. It doesn't open until 8 so it's completely empty and silent and exactly what I need.

I dial the set of numbers that will forever be engrained in my brain. I swear I used to fall asleep seeing those numbers taunting me almost as much as the memory of his voice does.

The line rings and I wait anxiously hating that I have to talk to the man who has harmed Haven so badly. In ways that shouldn't even exist. And I hate that I can't do anything but sit there and pretend to be at his disposal. Pretend that I respect him when all I want to do is skin him alive while I hang him by his ankles. God the fun I would have with him to watch as he begged me to stop the same way that Haven used to beg him. And just like him I won't. The pain I could cause him send jolts of excitement running through my body and mark my words I will.

I'm playing for the long run so I'll sit, I'll listen, I'll nod, I'll pretend he's in control, I'll pretend that I'm not completely in love with his daughter. And I'll pretend I wouldn't burn the entire fucking world to the ground for her.

The line clicks and I'm the first to speak with a smirk playing on my lips as I fantasize his death. "Malcolm." I smile.

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A/N:

Hey my lovelies,

Chapter 52 is out now and I can't be the only one who feels horrible for Zayn. He's been through so much and has continued to stay loyal to Haven through it all. I don't know about you but I love him. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter and as always don't forget to vote and leave a comment if you have. This is going to be the last Harry chapter for a little, but they will be returning soon. But that does mean we get more POV's from our Queen Haven.

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