I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you (One Direction)

Chapter 17: Agent Dipshit

Zayn was being pushed down the long hallways of 'The Princess Grace' hospital, with the boys and I beside him. Several Doctors were running around like headless chickens, and were shouting out orders to the Nurses, who were also running around wildly, panic written all over their faces. 

"HIS HR IS TOO LOW, WE NEED TO TAKE HIM TO SURGERY NOW ! GO TO ROOM 36GH AND SET UP THE FANDLE EQUIPMENT, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!" Doctor Rodger shouted, his face plastered with determination.

He wheeled Zayn down the hallway, knocking past the boys and I, but we managed to keep up. I clasped onto Zayn's hand as I ran, giving it a squeeze and a peck before we rushed into a big, white room. I was too busy concentrating on Zayn's pale, fragile body that I didn't see where I was going, causing me to crash straight into a hard chest.

"I'm sorry, miss, but you and these gentlemen are not allowed in here," the man I had ran into said with a stern expression.

"No! Please, we are his best friends!" Louis begged with sadness gleaming heavily in his eyes.

"No," He sighed, pushing me out slightly and slamming the door in our faces.

I felt absolutely terrible. I shouldn't have let this happen.

Once Zayn got shot, and I had witnessed it on the TV in Little Mix's room, I ran for my life through the corridors and onto the stage, pushing everyone away from him.

"GIVE HIM SOME AIR, HE'S BEEN SHOT IN HIS ABDOMEN. CALL AN AMBULANCE, RIGHT NOW!" I screamed, the loudest I had ever screamed. People were whipping out their phones, but the screaming from the audience was so loud thar everybody had to go outside to get some quietness so they could hear the phone.

"HE HAS BEEN SHOT IN HIS LOWER LEFT ABDOMEN AND HAS FALLEN UNCONCIOUS, HE IS LOSING TOO MUCH BLOOD! HIS HR IS ON 98, IT IS TOO QUICK! THE HEART IS TRYING TO SEND ENOUGH BLOOD THROUGH HIS BODY, AND IF IT DOES THAT, HE WILL RUN OUT. IF WE DON'T GET AN AMBULANCE SOON, HE WILL DIE!" I explained even louder, examining his body. It turned out that 'Emergencies' had been an important topic in Browning High.

The ambulance came really quick after that, as if they'd only been down the street. Theboys and I rode in the ambulance with Zayn and every now and again I'd check his pulse. Everytime I checked, the beat of his heart had slowed down.

Now, we were waiting outside the room 36GH. Waiting for the doctors to come out. Waiting for the nurses to tell us that Zayn was okay.

But we all knew he wouldn't be ok.

And it was all my fault. How was I going to carry on like this? The constant guilt of Zayn's dea- injuries were going to follow me where ever I went.

If I had stayed with the boys instead of following Perrie...

I had locked her in a room backstage, there was no way she could've attacked Zayn. Was there? She was always tense around him, we all knew it. But... what if she wasn't trying to attack Zayn? What if she found the gun lying about somewhere? What if it was someone elses?

What if she wasn't trying to attack Zayn?

While I was trapped in my thoughts, I looked around at the boys. They were all sitting down on chairs, huddled together in a big hug. They were all crying in eachothers arms, and I realised how selfish I had just been.

This was going to be harder for the boys. They were best friends.

It could also have ruined their career.

I walked up to them and sat inbetween Louis and Harry, joining the group cuddle and letting go of a couple of tears. These boys, Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn, were the sweetest, funniest and craziest people I knew.