Chapter 9

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I opened my eyes slowly. Where was I? What happened? first I saw bright lights. Then I saw I was in a room. A hospital room? I saw Zayn sitting next to the bed I was laying on with tears in his eyes. "Z-Zayn?" He hugged me. "It's okay Harry, I'm here" "W-What happened?" He sniffed "W-We were in a f-fight a-and a ca-". A doctor came in. "Hello Harry" "W-What h-" "You were hit by a car, Harry." "What?!" "You were unconsious for a week..." "A-a w-week?!" "Yes. You have some broken ribs, a broken arm and a sprained ankle." There was a silence, I had to process what I had just heard. I couldn't believe I was out for a week! I was hit by a car? Then I remember my and Zayn fighting over some pictures. I couldn't remember what was on them. Oh it was Zayn going out with some girls. I remember.

"Well, I'll leave you guys alone for a moment" the doctor said. Zayn came up to me and hugged me. I didn't really know what to do. He saw my reaction. "H-Harry, those pictures were fake! It's photoshopped, you have to believe me!" he said crying harder now. I hugged him tight, even tough it hurt. "I believe you Zayn, I'm sorry!". He kissed me gently. "I love you Harry!" "I love you to".

I had to stay in the hospital for 5 more days. Then I got to go back home. It was a saturday. I went to my room and opened facebook. People were saying all kinds of stuff. "Poor Harry, Zayn cheating on him AND hit by a car", "I heard he just jumper in front of the car, he couldn't handle it anymore", "they just needed attention". But there were more good comments that bad "those pictures are fake!" "james did it!" "Poor harry, he got hit by a car, poor zayn, he feels really guilty" "don't believe all those gossips, there not true!". People were actually sticking up for us and feeling bad for us. The pictures were deleted. Someone knocked on the door. "Come in" Zayn walked in. I got up and hugged him. Something was bothering him. "What's wrong, love?" "Yesterday when I got to my car to go home from school... J-James came up to me..." "Oh no, what did he do?" "He told me to break up with you." "What why?" "He said he tried with the pictures but it didn't work, he said we need to break up, otherwise bad things will happen." "What bad things?" "I-I don't k-know Harry" he started crying. I hugged him "Shh it's okay" "No it's not Harry, I don't know what to do, I don't want you to get hurt, why are they doing this to us?" "I don't know, Zayn... "So... what do we do now?" "I don't know Zayn... maybe we just need to ignore them and see what they mean with 'bad things' I mean, what are they gonna do? And why don't they want us to be togheter? We need to find out" "Okay!" I hugged him tight. "Don't worry Zayn, we'll find out, we can handle them" He smiled at me. "I love you curly" "I love you to" I kissed him and put my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. We cuddled while we watched tv. This is right. This is how it should be.

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It was monday. I drove to school and waited for Zayn. He arrived and walked to me. He gave me a hug and we walked into the school building. 1st period was history, with James. we walked into the class room. James was sitting there, watching us closely. We pretended like nothing happened. We sat down next to each other.

Zayn POV

We were in history, Harry was sitting next to me. Working hard. I was just staring at him the whole time. (see photo) He was so beautiful. Maybe James was just jealous of us. He wanted Harry or jst a relationship in general. He just couldn't handle seeing us to happy. James was looking at me. Trying to say stuff to me, I just pretended I didn't know what he was talking about.

It was lunch break. Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis and I were walking trough the hallway. James passes us on Harry's side and punched him in the stomach real hard. I walked to him and hit his shoulder, he turned around "What?!!" "Don't you ever hurt or even touch him again!" "Or else what?" I grabbed his shirt and threw him against the lockers. He fell on the floor. "Stay away from us."

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