struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 30: Conversation

Chelsea's POV

When I wake up, my arms are in search for Zayn but he isn't on the bed with me. I ask myself what happened last night in the hospital, why I didn't notice I got here and where's my boyfriend. I sigh and get off the bed, walking to the closet and open it. There's a lot of clothes, they're possibly Isabella's because this is not my room anymore. I take a Rolling Stone T-Shirt and I stare at it, I thought I threw this away with the rest of my boyish, clothes a year ago.

I put it on the bed and look myself in the mirror.

I almost fell on my back as I notice my hair is blonde and long. My stomach is flat and the scars on my wrists are noticeable.

I start panicking.

I turn my laptop hoping that is not what I'm thinking.

I log into Twitter as WhiteBxtch17.

"I'm here," I hear Zayn climb into the bedroom, "How's my best friend doing?"

I stare at Zayn.

"Nice boxers," He tells me.

~*~

"Chelsea I'm going to the Coffee Shop, do you want something?" Harry asks me and I startle. It was a fucking dream. I shake my head and change seats to sit next to Niall and sleep on his shoulder just like I was doing with Harry. I wonder how's Zayn with Louis right now. I wonder if they're fighting.

"Bring me something, Harry." Niall says and rests his head on mines, "Liam, wake us up if there's news about Louis."

ZAYN'S POV

"Look Zayn, you have known me for so long. You know that what I want, I always get it." He mocks me with a laugh.

"Yeah but you're not getting Chelsea. And once you told me you didn't look at her as a girlfriend."

Louis looks down to his lap as a nurse gives him a medicine. I try not to raise my voice so she can't kick me out, I shove my hands inside my pockets and he notices how badly I want to fucking punch him. I'm on the edge and he's going to press me.

"Accept the fact that she has feelings for me. I can treat her better." He says before drinking his pills with a glass of water.

"Accept the fact we're getting married."

"She's tired of you. That's why she kissed me Zayn, you're putting her in so much shit, that she even told me the hate is getting into her head."

"You're a liar." I look at nurse, she stands up and gives me a warning glare, before leaving us by ourselves.

"You ruined our friendship and so you did with your friendship with Chelsea." I tell him and his face drops, laying back at the bed.

"I did, didn't I?" He sighs.

"Yes."

He breathes, "I just... I've never had someone like Chelsea in my life. When I was taking care of her, I felt..." He looks at me as I clear my throat and looks at the wall, "Uh, I only saw her as a friend but I realized I like her."

"But you knew she's mine and I'm hers."

"I thought I had a chance..." He trails off before he yelps, sitting up. "Call the nurse!" He clutches his stomach and lies back down, aching his back.

"Lou-"

"Zayn call the fucking nurse!"

Chelsea's POV

"I'm back. Chelsea I know you didn't want anything but I got you a cookie," Harry gives me a little bag and I thank him, he softly slaps Niall on the face until he's awake. He hands him a cup of coffee and he spills a bit on his lap.

"Liam fell asleep," I say and look at Harry, "We all did."

"So nobody knows how's Louis?" Niall asks before burning his tongue.

I see Zayn messing his hair, as he walks towards the room. He looks pale and his lips are parted. He's exhausted I can see that and he's also worried, I get up and walk towards him.

"Is it okay if I go see Louis?"

"Visiting time is over, I was kicked out." He holds my hand, there's something up.

"Did you fight?"

"No, Chelsea. My head hurts please no more questions," He lets my hand go, annoyed and walks over to the boys who just saw our little scene. I open the bag and take out my cookie, taking an angry bite.

~*~

ZAYN'S POV

The next day, Chelsea's still asleep at ten in the morning. I get off and walk out, bumping with Jake instantly.

"I'm not surprised." He says.

"You always catch me, don't you?" I ruffle his hair. He laughs and I follow him downstairs.

"Look who's spent the night-"

"I thought your mum was working."

"Zayn is here-"

"Don't tell your mum!"

"Zayn?" Isabella's on the kitchen as we walk inside. She's making breakfast. "What are you doing here?" Her eyebrows knits and I know Chelsea told her we were fighting. She didn't tell her we're back together?

"I, um,"

"Are things okay with Chelsea and you?"

"Better than okay." I smile and she returns it.

"Good because I thought I was about to tell Paul to beat you up,"

"Beat who?" Paul enters the kitchen and then he's surprised to see me here. He greets.

"This young man here," She punches my arm.

"Ah," He laughs, "Oh, did Chelsea tell you I'm back working with your management?"

"Modest? No, they're not our managers anymore. Though, we're unmanaged. If Simon doesn't help us again, One Direction is done for good."

"So Chelsea didn't tell you either that Davis, your ex manager, wants to talk to the band?"

"No. We don't want to talk with him anyway."

Paul frowns, "Well Simon told me you all need to."

"We can't. Louis is in the hospital."

"What? What happened?"

"There's something wrong with his liver," I say and look at the plate with breakfast. Isabella smiles and serves Jake next.

"Oh, I need to see him after I get my car back from the mechanics," He sits down on a stool next to me, "Don't ever let Chelsea borrow your car."

"Where is she anyway?" Jake ask.

I'm about to take a bite of my french toast until...

"There's a fountain between my legs!" I hear Chelsea shout. I fall off my seat.

NOTE: ZAYN'S 21! I REPEAT, ZAYN IS 21!!!! this chapter sucked. and... you must be thinking there's a lot of hospital scenes in this stupid book but I do it on purpose. yes the books is almost ending. finally, this book wasn't good :/ and the third book is about Louis. "Basorexia" everyone can read it, doesn't matter if they read this book our Hate Account. My laptop is dead so i wrote this on my iPhone pLEASE DONT HATE ME.

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