Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Lies

“Joey. Joey. Joey”

 Amy waved her hand in front of Joey’s face four times.

She blinked. “Wha-huh?”

“I asked you a question and you bombed out on me.” Joey watched Amy as spoke.

“I…but…I was just outside…?”

“Uhm…no?”

“But…Zayn…”

“Yeah, my question; why does he keep glancing over here?” Amy raised an eyebrow and Joey shook her head.

“Are you okay?” Amy asked.

Joey pressed a finger onto the side of her head. She could swear what had just happened, had just happened…with Zayn. But here she was, at the party. Zayn was still talking to Perrie, watching her, and Callie was on the other side of the room, talking with Liam and Harry.

“I’m sorry Amy. But…what just happened?” She faced the pretty blonde girl again and received a confused look.

“Joey, are you all right? Because…you’re acting weird.”

“I’m sorry…I just…I swore Zayn came over here earlier.”

“No. He didn’t.”

“But-”

“I think you need a breather.” Amy murmured, reaching behind Joey to take the champagne flute that Joey had been sipping from earlier and inspecting its contents before grabbing Joey by the arm and leading her outside.

Joey leaned against the wall. It must have been a day dream. She blinked heavy eyelids at the heady air. Outside wasn't like the outside she had seen before. For one thing, it smelt of cigars more than anything, and there were no bushes.

Joey sighed and shook her head. She’d had an awake-dream. That was the only explanation for the weird turn of events.

“Hey! Are you a fucking retard?” Joey lifted her head, narrowing her eyes just in time to see one guy deck another guy in the face. She gasped. Instinct kicked in. Don and Gabe had their moments, and she was used to breaking up their fights with groupies at after parties. It was an irritating part of her job.

“Hey, assholes! Break it up!” She demanded gruffly, marching over to the two shit-heads. Maybe it was because Don and Gabe knew that Joey could fight just as hard as a guy that they normally stopped, but the two knuckle heads ignored her completely.

Joey growled and grabbed the first guy she saw’s shoulder. “Do I have to tell you douche-fucks twice? Calm the hell down!” The guy whipped around and shoved her off of him.

“Who the fuck d’ya think you are.” He snarled before whipping around to launch what would no doubt be a painful kick into the other morons abdomen. Joey snapped and launched at the guy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he bucked around like a bull that had its balls tied up.

“Joey!” Amy screeched.

 She ignored her and there was a surreal moment where the world seemed to slow down…and then she was tossed through the thick glass door and window separating the patio from the lounge. If you had slowed time down, you would have witnessed Joey flying through the glass beautifully.

It looked like some kind of ballet move; her arms and legs and her whole body was arched so perfectly. When she collided with the glass and the millions of little pieces flew around her, some of them snagging and ripping the skin on her cheeks as they whizzed past her, she looked absolutely amazing. The parka dress…everything. It would have made the most amazing picture ever.

But when Joey hit the wooden flow with a muted thud and a groan, everyone inside immediately started screaming. From where Zayn had been standing, he had only caught the last bit where Joey had been bucked off of the guy into the glass.

“JOEY!” he roared. Louis, who was standing beside him, immediately started running, yelling at people to get out of the way. Zayn followed.

Joey’s head was throbbing in a way it wasn't meant to, and she could feel the shards of glass embedded in her back, a piece definitely drawing a lot of blood at the base of her neck. The mere thought of the crimson liquid made Joey feel faint.

Her adrenaline and the noise were cutting out all the pain she was meant to feel. Zayn came into her line of vision. His head seemed to grow and grow as he repeated her name over and over again until she was engulfed in darkness.

*

Joey swam in and out of conscious. One moment her head was bobbing in someone’s arms limply (“Perrie, get me the car keys.” She glanced at Zayn frantically as she rummaged through her bag. “Are you gonna-” He cut her off. “Yeah, to the hospital. Meet me there later. Louis? You’re sitting in the front. Keep her in your lap, and try to keep her awake.”) The next she was on someone’s chest listening to the person hum some sort of lullaby. (“I didn’t know you knew Christina Aguilera.” Zayn said through gritted teeth as he swerved through cars swiftly, trying to be as smooth as possible. Joey was bleeding a lot. “Uhm, Zayn, who doesn’t know Christina Aguilera.” Louis snorted. He kept humming Hurt to her as Zayn cursed softly, nearly missing hitting an oncoming truck.)

The third and final time she came to conscious, she was in a hospital waiting room. “Nurse! Somebody get me a nurse!” Her eyes didn’t want to focus on the face above her as she blinked groggily.

Zayn looked down at Joey. “Hold on Joey, we’re getting help.” Louis ran in behind them, pocketing the car keys after he’d been left to lock the vehicle up. “Is someone helping you?” Louis panted. A nurse stumbled up to them, indicating for Zayn to follow her. Ironically, it was the same hospital Rey was stuck in. Zayn grimaced. She wasn't a light person. He tried to shift her, but her blood was already soaking his arms and staining his shirt through his dress jacket. His phone buzzed, but he ignored it, placing Joey gently into a stretcher.

The rest was a blur of questions and watching as Joey was examined. She started to scream when the doctor pulled out the the vial of anaesthetic and needle. Zayn was asked to comfort her, or distract her at least. “With the amount of blood she’d lost, she could be severely disorientated.”  The doctor hissed through gritted teeth as he tried to steady her flailing body. She was messing up the bed, getting blood everywhere.

“Joey, Joey.” Zayn grabbed her by her chin. “Shit.” He cursed softly, staring into completely disorientated eyes. Her mouth hung slightly open, and her lip was bust. She gurgled stupidly and jerked her chin form his hand. “Joey, the doctor can’t stitch you up if you’re moving!” He snapped, grabbing her face and pulling it towards him so her forehead was touching his.

She let her trippy gaze finally rest on something and Zayn came into focus. His eyelids fluttered closed and he tilted his chin to kiss her softly, distracting her. The doctor sighed in relief, glancing at the two of them as Zayn kissed her slowly before shrugging and cutting her dress open, stabbing the needles into her skin.

Joey moaned in pain into the soft kiss, straining at her heavy body to reach him. The kiss was disarming. She’d always imagined kissing him would be wild and hot but this…this was so soft and sweet. He tasted like peach champagne and when his tongue brushed her lip…have you ever inhaled perfume? Or licked tinfoil? The feeling she got, the flavour of it all, was exactly the same as both of the sensations.

“Alright son, she’s done.” The doctor backed away from Joeys back, but Zayn kept kissing Joey. He raised his eyebrows, but backed through the curtains quietly.

Joey reached up with a shaking, weak hand to run fingers down his jaw. Her lips parted with a sigh as he positioned himself so she was lying on her side instead of on her elbow, rolling over so she was on her back. He licked the roof of her mouth before pulling away. They stared at each other in silence. Zayn cleared his throat before getting up and leaving her there in the hospital bed.

Now, was that a dream? Or was it reality.