Fool For You (Sequel to Awakening) >> z.m ✔

Chapter Twelve

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~Zayn's POV~

I blink a couple of times, my head aching. I take that back. My head was pounding so much I thought it could explode.

I look around at my surroundings. There was nothing familiar about where I was. I wasn't in Rachel's overly-fancy living room or my own shabby living room.

The blinds were pulled closed, making the room almost as dark as night. I could hear rain pattering on the windows and roof. The living room I was in was large, made to fit a family of four. The couch I was sitting in was worn out, creaking with every movement I made.

I try to sit up, groaning in the process as my head starts to pound even harder. Last nights events start to flood back to me, up until the part where I pass out. I just wanted to lay in bed all day. The only problem was; I couldn't find a bed.

On the coffee table in front of me were two Advil and a glass of water with Alvin the Chipmunk's face on it. Who would own a cup like that? Ignoring the childish cup, I down the Advil and water in a matter of seconds.

"Good to see you're awake," An unrecognizable voice says from behind me. I turn my head a bit too quick, and put my hands on my temples.

It was Harry Styles. He continued to stare as I tried to process this. I passed out and Harry brought me back to his place? But I swear he was with somebody.

"What time is it?" I mumble. Harry walks over to me and sits down. I got a better look of him. His mop of curls was gone, replaced by quiffed hair. His voice was deeper; more masculine. Tattoos arrayed his body in a disorganized manner. But he was still handsome.

"Two," He tells me. "In the afternoon." My jaw drops. I had been unconscious for over fourteen hours. "Yeah, you've been out a while. Louis was debating whether or not we should take you to the hospital."

"What happened?" I ask him, trying to make the moments before I passed out more clear.

"Well, Louis and I were going for a walk, when we bumped into you. You were mumbling something about Rachel, but it was incoherent and it was obvious you were drunk. Then when you looked up at us, you mumbled 'I must be hallucinating', then passed out." He tells me.

"Oh."

"Harry? Is Zayn awake?" Louis' voice calls from the other room.

"Yeah. He is," Harry shouts back, making me wince. "Sorry." He mumbles to me.

Louis walks in, his hair wet. His clothes were sticking to his body and it was pretty clear he just took a shower. Louis also looked different. He had some facial hair, he was skinny (way too skinny), and he was growing his hair out. He looked like he did back in 2010, but older too.

"Hey Zayn," Louis says once he takes notice of me. His stare still lingered over at Harry. "Did you take the advil I laid out for you?"

"Yeah," I told him. I was still slightly drunk, because I couldn't stop the words from coming out. "Why would you take me here and help me out? I thought you hated me... I mean I did cheat on Rachel."

"You cheated on Rachel?" Harry asks, quite loudly, making me wince again. Louis stares at him for a minute, with something between love and amusement. What was going on between them?

"I'm still slightly mad. But when someone passes out at you feet, drunk, you don't leave them there." Louis says. "And anyways, Harry insisted."