Tell Me A Lie {A One Direction Fan Fic.}

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Upset.

Riley's POV:

We all fly over to America the next day, having been given the okay to leave. They told me that I have to go straight to the hospital over there to get a check-up and also, I have to take my medication.

My medication makes me weak and very emotional, which I hate.

I can't believe Mum's had a car accident.

''She's in a critical state, according to the doctor.'' Zayn tells me on the plane, after nine hours of flying.

''I know, you told me already.'' I snap, glaring out at the approaching airport.

''Don't get angry with me Riley,'' Zayn retorts, as we land. ''I did nothing wrong.''

The plane bumps along and while I wait for my anger to calm down, I smack the window in frustration.

''Are you telling me I did?'' I snarl, yanking my seatbelt off.

''No! I never said that, you just take things out of conclusion.''

''Oh yeah, I'm the emotional wreck who lost her memory trying to save you!'' I yell, standing up and shoving past him into the aisle.

''It was your own fault! It's your own fault everybody fucking hates you!''

I stop dead in my path and I slowly turn around, glaring at him with my jaw and teeth clenched together. Anger bubbles through my veins. I'm more furious than I ever have been. I can see regret flicker onto his face.

''You,'' I growl. ''Are dead to me.''

~*~

Louis, Harry, Dani, Nikki and I get to the hospital first, the rest of them deciding to wait for us to come out, so nothing explodes between Zayn and I.

Fucking arsehole.

Just one day ago we were happy and hugging each other, glad we're both okay.

One month ago, my life was fine, without him in it.

Or two months, I'm not sure.

It shows how much and what can happen in two months and one day.

We go up to reception, asking for my mother.

''She said to expect her son, Zayn Malik...'' the lady behind the desk says, making me feel a pang of hurt in my chest.

''She said nothing about her daughter, Riley Malik...''
Another pang.

Like Zayn said, everyone hates me.

Even my own mother, who doesn't even mention me.

I turn around and leave, going out of the door I just came through.

''Riley, what about your mother?'' Harry asks, his face holding an expression of shock.

I reply over my shoulder. ''Fuck this shit, I'm not hanging around where I'm not wanted.''

~*~

Harry's POV: