savior ≫ z.m. [completed]

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**Callie POV**

It's been two days since I tried. Again.

It's been to days since I almost died. Again.

It's been two days since Zayn saved me. Again.

Since then, Danielle has refused to let me out of her sight. Zayn has visited every day, calling and texting frequently to check on me. Harry, strangely, has also been visiting everyday.

For once, I actually felt cared about.

"Harry's at the door, he wants to talk to you," Danielle softly calls to me. "Is that ok?"

I nod, turning my music down and sliding my headphones off so they hung around my neck. Harry comes in seconds later, dressed in the same Ramones t shirt Zayn wore two days ago, white converse and dark jeans. His tattooed arms are stuffed in his pockets.

"Hi," he says softly, as if he was talking to a baby.

I'm so sick of this. Why is everyone treating me like a fragile piece of china about to break? I'm fine. I really am. It's not like this is the first time dealing with this for me.
"Hi," I respond, not looking at him. He sits down on the bed next to me, and I feel the weight of the bed sink towards where he sat.

"So, how much money do you have to live here?" he asks.

"One more week, I did the math," He bites his lip and scoots closer to me.

"You can come live at my place for as long as you need to," he offers.

"I-I-I can't do that," I gasp. The offer is generous... too generous.

"Please, I hate seeing you live in a hotel room,"

"I can't take you up on that offer," I can't.

"Please," Harry's green eyes frown at me, effectively persuading me to do so. "It's really really not a big deal for me. My place is too big for me, but perfect for three,"

I sit in silence, Harry watching me intently.

"Fine," I say, and Harry's face splits into a wide grin, his deep dimples appearing.

"Start packing, I'll check you out of the room," he stands up to his full height and I do the same. Harry leans in, his face inches from mine. "I know you're hurting," he says softly. "If you ever need me, I'll be here," Harry pulls me into a warm hug that lasts for about a second before leaving, closing the door silently.

"Callie?" Danielle appears from the bathroom, heading over to me. "Did he leave?"

"Yeah," she raises her eyebrows.

"What?"

"He invited us to go live with him, at his place," I say. "We need to pack our stuff, he's checking us out of the hotel right now," Danielle's mouth opens and closes, then she speaks.

"So we're going to live with Harry, whom we barely know?" I knew she'd be skeptical about this. Danielle's always been a cautious person, never trusting strangers.

"He's nice enough to offer this to us," I shoot back. A knock on the door stops her from saying anything and I rush to open the door and see Harry.

"Sorry, we're almost packed, give us five minutes," I apologize. He nods and I hear Danielle huff behind me. Once I close the door I turn around and see Danielle throwing things in her bags hastily.

"I'm still unsure of this," she mumbles. "I don't necessarily trust Harry all that much, I mean he's kinda sketchy, and he won't tell anyone about his past," she rambles before I cut her off.
"Like I said, he was kind enough to offer it," I snap. "Besides, if Zayn trusts him, then I do too." She frowns at me and zips her suitcase up, brushing past me to get her toiletries in the bathroom. I stand there, regretting snapping at her, but she doesn't acknowledge me.

"I'm only being careful, and there's nothing wrong with being careful," she says softly. "Let's go then," Danielle picks up her stuff and opens the door. Harry is on the phone, his eyebrows are furrowed and he looks concerned.

"Is he ok?" he asks. My blood freezes. Who is he talking about, and who is he talking to? "Yes, thank you for informing me." Harry hangs up and looks me dead in the eye.

"Is everything ok?" my heart is racing and I dread what he's about to say. Obviously it's not good news.

"Zayn got in a car accident," he says. "And he's in critical condition,"