Save Yourself POV's

8-10 POV

I lingered around the room a bit. For some reason I didn’t find it awkward that He was in bed with Lily.

“Zayn, this affects me greatly, you know. This isn’t as easy as it seems” I whispered to him.

“Why? All you did was send me the video!” I shook my head.

“And Nathan...”

“You what!!!” His eyes darted from Lily to me, anger swelling in his eyes.

“You don’t understand!”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!!!” He yelled, that surprisingly didn’t wake her up. I felt a small tear form and drip down my face.

“I did you the biggest favor in the world, the burden is off your shoulders and you chose to yell at me..” I turned and left before any real tears could spill. I timed right, they spilled right as I left the room. I walked down the hall, past Liam's room. As much as I wanted his comfort, I just couldn’t bring myself to going in his room.

I kinda broke down outside though. I slide down beside a table with a glass vase full of water. My arm hit the vase and it came tumbling down on my. In a minute I was soaked, but I didn’t notice. All my attention was on the searing pain in my right arm. I whimpered at the pain and I could figure out why it hurt so badly.

Liam darted to the rescue. I tried to imagine what I must look like, dripping wet, crying, and clutching my arm that only makes it hurt worse. He pulled me up with my hands and I screeched at the pain. He brought me into his bedroom.

“Lay on the bed Ty, I’ll be right back.” He said disappearing into the bathroom. I laid with right arm pressed against my chest and my left hanging over the side of the bed. I sat staring at the wall, the right side of my body hurting.

He came back with a a pair of tweezers and he opened the blinds to the room. All the sunlight came out and hit me. He sat down on the bed and reached for my right arm. I almost refused, but I let him take it anyways. I bit my lip as he pulled the sparkling bits of glass from my arm. They were bigger than they should be, each about 2 inches long. when he got all the glass out, I pulled it towards me, and I noticed all the blood oozing from the cuts. 

I should get stitches, and i know it, but I don’t want to. I pulled a rag from my pocket and wrapped it around my arm, letting the blood soak it.

“What's the matter?” Liam asked, pushing a strand of hair from my eyes.

“Zayn...” I could barely get out.

“What did he do?”

“I took a video of Lil confessing her feelings for him and sent it to him and Nathan. I’m a wreck.” It slipped out, and I wish it hadn’t

“Oh Ty...” He sat examining my arm, the blood soaking his bed as well.

“I’ll go get the medic” And with that he left.

He was there the whole procedure. The medic at Lily's mansion knew the simplest of things, but she knew stitches all right. I sat bitting my lip so hard and holding Liam's hand till I was sure it was crumbled. She gave me a numbing med. before, but I could still feel each stitch. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see it. Liam had his arm around me to give me comfort, I laid my head down on his shoulder, letting my tears stain the fabric.

“Almost done, Ms. James.” The medic informed me. “Ok there!” I opened my eyes and looked at my arm. I had four rows of stitches along my arm.

“Twelve here,” she said pointing to the longest one, “eight here, five here and 9 here.” That's 34 in all. I take a gulp and nod.

“Thank you” I barely got out and she nodded, packing up her stuff.

She left the room in five minutes and I just sat there and stared at my arm. It scared me so bad.

“Are you ok?” Liam asked, worry filling his voice.

“Its just- I used to sew when I was little,” I laughed a bit, “But I never expected my arm to be stitched up.”

Tyra wasn't in these chapters that much, only really mention in 8, so I used it to have fun and here it is!!!