Rock Me

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty Four-Zayns POV-

Woah. What the hell just happened? One minute I'm practically chasing Orla down the hall and then she's passed out in my arms?

I panicked as she lay limp in my arms, out cold and pale. I lifted her up bridal-style keeping her securely in my arms as I made the short trip to the nurse, I attempted to wake her along the way, gently shaking her every now and again with my arm under her back but she didn't stir, she was sleeping so deeply. I kicked the door twice as a signal to open up, I was unable to knock obviously so I probably sounded rather intimidating from the other side.  

A slow creak of the door began to occur, and a hesitant nurse took a peak out the small gap widening her eyes when she noticed the helpless being in my arms. She quickly swung the door open gesturing for me to immediately enter and lay her down on the small bed placed in the corner of the boxed room. "What did you do?!" She asked in a growl, patting Orla's head with a damp cloth she swiped from the sink seconds after I entered. What did I do? Me? It's always me isn't it?

"Nothing!" I protested holding my arms out in defense. The nurse rose her eyebrows in disbelief. "I did absolutely nothing. I swear." I lowered my arms running a hand through my hair and shaking my leg impatiently as Orla lay there motionless. "We were kinda having a strong disagreement and she passed out. I don't know what's up with her." I sighed watching the nurse placing the back of her hand on Orla's forehead.

"Was she feeling ill beforehand?" She asked a little less harshly.

"Yeah she left class because she felt sick." I rubbed my temples the more I worried about her. It could be nothing. It could have just been the fact it's freezing 90% of the time and she's just caught a mild case of the flu or something. Mind you that's still worrying.

"Would you be so kind to go get the curly haired boy? You know the young green eyed fella-Harry! Yes Harry?" She asked hopefully.

"Um, why?"

"It's only right he's here. He was here the last time and he comforted her so i think that's what she needs from him right now. You go and ill do some more observations as you do." I nodded not in the mood to argue and quickly jogged back to the classroom sticking my head through the door and glaring at Harry in hope he'd feel my stare. I swallowed thickly before glancing around the room, the teacher oblivious to my presence as I whispered to Harry.

"Pst! Curly!" His head whipped around to my direction and widened his eyes. I motioned for him to come over, but he furrowed his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes then mouthed "it's Orla." And his expression changed completely. He coughed turning his attention back to the teacher.

"Um, miss!" He called and she stopped half way through a sentence turning to face him away from the smart board she was writing on. "Please may I be excused?" I rolled my eyes at his upper class vocabulary. He was such a douche.

"Sure. Don't be long Harry and if you see Zayn and Orla tell them to hurry back. I don't want them getting up to things.." She mumbled the last sentence and my eyes widened in shock, as did the majority of pupils that heard. I had to laugh a bit though.

Harry nodded and exited the room walking fast down the hallway. "What's happened?" He asked.

"She passed out." I replied jogging to his side.

Harry stopped and stared. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! Jesus why does everyone think it was me.." I shook my head continuing to walk to the nurses office. Harry was right behind me as I entered, seeing Orla sat up straight and dazed.

"Harry?" She questioned adjusting herself. My heart sank as he rushed to her side, brushing past me and the nurse. "What..what are you doing here?"