I Hate Him (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

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"What did you just say?"

He seemed to smirk wider--if that was even possible--and I just sat there like an idiot, mouth wide open in surprise. "I saved your life."

No, he didn't. He couldn't have.

Did he seriously have a non-evil bone in his body?

"You didn't," I denied in disbelief.

"I did."

"No, you didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Shut up!" I shout.

"Don't be so loud. I have a headache from saving you, Jenny."

"You didn't save me! And it's Jessie!" I snapped. "No, wait--it's Jessica... Ugh!" I groaned.

He opened his mouth to speak, probably to throw a snarky remark my way, but was interrupted by the door opening. "I'm sorry, Mr. Payne," a man in a white uniform, "I was mistaken. Dr. Hershald has informed me that you're free to go. I apologize for the inconvenience."

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" I asked the man.

He gave me a strange look. "I'm Dr. Haywood."

I peered at him. "No, you're not. Dr. Haywood looked like Iron Man..."

He chuckled, pulling the stethoscope from around his neck. "No, that was the morphine. Speaking of which, let's get that needle out of your arm, shall we?"

Needle? What needle?

Oh, that needle.

Crap.

"Oh..." I said sheepishly, glancing around the room and noticing that Liam was gone.

"We tried calling your parents but nobody answered. Since you're over eighteen--" Over eighteen? I'm seventeen... "--you're free to go, unless--"

"Okay, bye!" I jumped up from the bed, prepared to grab my purse when I realized that it wasn't there. I looked up at Dr. Haywood. "Where's my stuff?"

"All your belongings are with your friend."

Cara. She had my purse. Had she even grabbed my keys? I need to find her. "Where is she anyways?" I asked.

"She?" He questioned confusedly. "I was talking about Mr. Payne."

I froze. He did what?

"You gave Liam Payne," I seethed, spitting out his name like it tasted horrible in my mouth, "my stuff?"