Come My Way (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

9. *le evil dance*

(A/n: should I start telling y'all the songs I listen to when I write these chapters? I think I should! comment what y'all think! x)

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ZAYNS POV:

I rushed her through the glass doors of the disinfectant-smelling hospital.

"Nurse! I need a nurse! She needs help, get me a nurse!" I yelled frantically. Sam was lying in my arms, unconscious. She had an asthma attack just a few short minutes before. A nurse came up to me, yelling at what appeared to be an assistant nurse, to get a gurney. A team of people dressed in navy blue scrubs came rushing down the hall with a gurney. I hauled Sam onto it and they attached a breathing mask to her mouth. They rushed her to a back room, me following in their wake.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to stay here." A nurse said, trying to gently push me back toward the waiting area. No, no no. I can't go back, I have to stay, Harry will kill me if I let anything happen to her.

"But, no! No! Sam! Sam!" I yelled, thrashing my arms and trying to fight off the male nurse that had come to calm me down. The female did nothing, she was far too small. "Get off me! Sam! Wait! No, get your bloody hands off of me!" I thrashed and thrashed at the team of nurses trying to restrain me. Suddenly a familiar, thick Irish accent floated above the other voices, calming me. I felt a pair of hands softly tug on my shoulders.

"Zayn, Zayn. Calm down. She's okay. Just calm. Calm." He soothed. I turned around and Niall was there, leading me back toward the waiting area.

"Harry is going to kill you, mate." He said. I stayed silent, looking straight into his ocean blue orbs.

"Does he know yet?" I ask.

"I called him, he's on his way. He is pissed, and probably wants to break your face." He answers honestly. I say nothing, just pull my phone out of my pocket and call him. He answers on the first ring.

HARRYS POV:

"ZAYN WHAT THE F*CK!!!!" I yell into the receiver.

"I know, I know! I'm so sorry, mate!" He pleads.

"Tell me what in the bloody hell happened! Now!!!" I yell.

"No." He simply says.

"What the actual f*ck, Zayn?!" I shout.

"I said no." I can imagine the smug expression on his face.

"What the f*ck is it gonna take for you to tell me?!" I practically scream into the phone.

"Buy the Little Mix CD!!!" He cheerfully says.

"HELL NO-STAGRAM!!!" I shout.

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(A/n:

*le evil dance*

MUWAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! JUST KIDDING GUYS, FAKE CHAPTER OMG!!! I LAUGHED SO HARD WHILE WRITING THIS HAHAHAHA! I LOVE THE LM JOKES WITH ZAYN AND THE "STAGRAM" JOKES WITH HARRY LIKE "NOSTAGRAM, GO AWAYSTAGRAM!" OMG! STILL LAUGHING!!!!! BUT THIS WAS FUN!

I feel kind of cruel doing this to y'all, so my next update will be extra long!!! But this was hilarious, you have to admit it!

Haha, hope y'all have a good week! xo)