I'm Done Pretending

Chapter 10

Zayn's POV

"C'mon Darian, just keep fighting, keep fighting." I encouraged.

Her eyes were closed, here chest rose and fell slowly, as if she had stopped breathing then caught her breath. It was scary, seeing her on the stretcher inside an ambulance unconscience. They let me ride because I was the one there with her. Her grandparents would meet us there.

They had IV's running through her arms, a heart monitor that would beep every 34 seconds. I counted. I held her hand the whole time, it was cold and numb.

Seeing her in this position scared me more than anything. It was painful, and I wasn't even the one on the stretcher. The paramedics were taking notes on the pad of paper, they wrote fast but neat.

The sirens roared from the vehicle, all the way to the hospital. They sped but at a safe pace. Time was just ticking, and there seemed to be not enough time.

"We're here, just hold on." I whispered into her ear, stroking back a piece of hair on her forehead.

They all huddled out of the vehicle, grabbing her and running into the hospital. I was last to exit, as I chased after them.

A nurse told me I had to wait in a waiting room, I had no patience and really wanted to cuss her out, but I respected the fact that it was the rules and entered the room.

I debated on wether or not to call the boys, but I decided I should just because it's the right thing to do.

I phoned Niall, being as he'd be the most sane. It rang, until his voice penetrated into my ear.

"What do you want, Zayn?"

"You guys need to get to Chicago now!"

"What are you talking about?" He asked a bit unbelievably.

"Darian's in the hospital, she passed out and is in severe medical attention. You guys need to get down here! It's important!" I half yelled, respecting the sign telling us to be 'quiet and considerate of others'.

The line had disconnected, just like that. I threw my phone to the ground, kicking the chairs and pulling my hair. I threw all the magazines off of the table, taking the table and flipping it.

Nurses and security came in restraining me from doing more damage. Grabbing my arms an dragging me outside as I cursed selfishly. A security guard stood outside with me, as I regained composure and straightened myself out.

He watched me intensely, making me a bit uncomfortable. His tag said 'Zach', he was young and handsome.

"Your girlfriend the one rushed into the back?" He asked.

"She's... not my girlfriend." I whispered.

"Sister?"

"No."

"Family member?"

"In a sense..."

"You love her."

"Well no shit sherlock."

"She love you back?"

"I don't even understand her, yet."

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[AFTER THE PHONE CALL]

Niall's POV

"Have you talked to Darian since she's been back in Chicago?"

"What are you talking about?" Alli asked.

"Darian left this morning, her and Zayn. Well, he followed her."