Journey to Fate

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It wasn't long until me and my mom ran out of things to say and just decided to stay quite. But it was hard to stay quite because all I wanted to do was take a plate and throw it across the room, and start screaming when I miss my tv as my target.

It wasn't fair. Harry should have remembered. He should have asked me if I were alright. And he should have apologized. Even if it wasn't his fault at all. Thats what he was supposed to do. That was the Harry. But he didnt do that. He didnt feel guilty for what he didn't do. But its what I expected would happen.

Its going to be different now. We're gonna have to try and try and try to make him remember. Thats not an easy thing to do. You cant just give him pictures and tell him that that was his life before. He could be a whole new different person now. His mind works entirely different from his previous state. But its ok. Cause me and the boys are gonna make him remember. It was all a big plan. That WILL succeed.

It was 6.00 p.m and my mom was out in the cafeteria grabbing some dinner when my room door opens. I couldn't see who it was because of the curtains surrounding my bed, but I could see a very dark and tall figure.

The sounds of the mans shoes echo through the room as he steps closer to the curtain. He grabs the end of the curtain and stops, tilts his head down and shakes his head.

The man opens the curtains and lets out a breath.

Zayn.

Hes right here in front of me, crying. His eyes are wet and puffy, his hands shivering and so is his jaw, his teeth shattering together. It was heartbreaking to see.

You're in a worse condition.

"Nadia." Is all he says before he walks up to me and cups my cheeks with both his hands.

He looks at me and rests his head on my chest, crying . More like sobbing.

"I should've drove you or should've walked you. Look whats happened now. Its all my fault Nadia. If theres anythinng I can..." Thats when I cut him off. This is not his fault at all.

I lift his chin up and force him to look at me. "Zayn, it was not your fault,ok? Listen to me! It had nothing to do with you. It was the drivers fault. And we were there at the wrong time. Ok? Not your fault, I'm fine, but Harrys not." I tell him, getting a little teary when I mention Harry.

"I heard. I heard Harrys got amnesia? Oh god this is so fucked up." This wasn't supposed to happen!" He yells as he stands up, running his hands in his hair.

"It is. Too bad we can't do anything about it." I say. Looking straight at his eyes.

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I woke up from Zayn's low snoring. I told him to go home but he denied and told me he was going to stay with me until I get out. Which is probably tomorrow morning, which means I can go to school.

Where everybody is going to ask me how Harrys doing and not care a fuck about me. Great.

Zayns laying next to me in the bed, his right arm loosely around my waist and his face burried in my neck.

I run my hands run through his soft black hair.

At this moment, i take the chance to admire all his facial features.

He has an amazing jaw. The one thats so sharp it could cut open a watermelon just by touching it. His lips. So soft and thin. Yet so touchable and kissable. Although i cant see his eyes, i imagine them from every stare that we've ever had. So brown and clear.

I was imaging real hard about his eyes that I dont realize he's woken up. "Take a picture, it last longer." He says smirking, and giving me a blink.
"Shut up." I say back, smiling. He chuckles, resting his head back on my chest.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asks me. "You know, besides your broken leg and scrapes all over you face." He says. I chuckle at him.

"Eh. Yesterday was shit and today I'm feeling a little bit better. " I answer.

"Did you get a call from your dad?" He asks me, looking up.

"No. Not a single one." I reply, shaking my head and frowning. My dad is so busy in his work that sometimes he just doesnt care. Even about the most critical things.

"Don't worry. He'll come around. And if he doesn't, then hes a jackass." He says. I can even feel his smile against my skin. I chuckle so he knows that I dont really care.

"I think we both know that we've heard that reference too many times." I say as I gently push his hands off of me and sit criss-crossed apple sauced.

"Oh come on. Don't start off this day angry and depressed." He says, now sitting next to me. I don't look at him. Its not because they're not blue or green like, but its because he'll see the pain im trying oh so hard to mask.

You might think im over reacting but im not.

You dont know how many birthday parties my dad didnt come to. You dont know how many times he even forot. You dont know how many times he comes home, early in the morning, and goes back to work in the afternoon.

And you dont know how much i needed him after all these years. Emotionally and physically.

But yet he was never there when i needed him.

God, i dont even know what his job is since hes so busy i dont have enough time to ask.

It was always reasons with him. "I cant honey. Ive got a report for my boss and they collect.