ONE THOUSAND AND THIRTY FIVE WORDS.
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- Ultralight Beam - Kanye West.
Blues P.O.V
"I can't do this Harry, I don't wanna be one of your numbers." I explain as he drove me back to my house, he turned to look at me, then pulled over, I looked at him confused.
"I don't do relationship, or any type of commitment Blue, isn't that obvious?" he asked looking straight forward, I rolled my eyes.
"No I mean none of this, at all, can happen, I don't want anything to do with you, whatsoever." I state looking out the window, I could see Harry snap his gaze to me in my peripheral vision.
"Why?" he asks softly, I sigh and look at him, he looks genuinely confused, and a little sad, he raises a brow, telling me to answer the question.
"I just can't, I've done this type of thing before, a-and I promised I would never put myself in that position again, we can't be friends because it will never just be 'friends' for us. I can't do it again Harry, I'm sorry." I explain as tears burn behind my eyes, I look away from his face again to hide the tears brimming in my eyes from my past experience with boys, I heard Harry sigh and start driving again.
Ricky was such an asshole to me, and they were friends, I wouldn't be surprised if Harry and Ricky made a bet for Harry to get in my pants. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out, seeing an unknown number I answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Blue Morrison?"
"Uh, yes this is her."
"Hi Blue, I'm at Saint Burns hospital and you seem to be the in case of emergency number on Zayn Javadd's cellphone, do you know a Zayn Javadd?" she asked and my breathing stopped, we had just passed Saint Burns hospital, I pulled the phone away from my ear.
"Harry, stop the car." I quietly demanded, he looked at me furrowed his brows, I began to get angrier as we went further away from the hospital.
"Why?"
"Just stop the fucking car!"
"What for Blue? We're nowhere near your house."
"Zayn's in the hospital you just fucking passed! Stop the fucking car!" I yelled his eyes went wide and he did a u-turn, I looked at him confused.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking you to the hospital." he stated calmly, I breathed out in relief, we eventually got to the car park of the hospital and jumped out, Harry got out too and I looked to him.
"Harry, please go home, you don't know Zayn that well and he wouldn't really want you knowing his business." I explained quietly, facing him, he looked me in the eye.
"Trust me, I know Zayn." he stated simply and walked towards the entrance, I was so anxious and worried that I ignored it and headed inside, going straight to reception, getting Zayn's room number I went straight there with Harry following quietly, worry lacing through his facials, which made me think out loud.
"How do you know Zayn? Apart from the other day I thought you two had never met." I asked and Harry continued to look straight ahead, looking in deep thought, and then smiled, a genuine smile.
"We used to be close, I'll tell you that, ask him if he wants to tell you." he explained, once he'd finished we had reached the door of his room, I just looked at it, scared of what could be behind, he'd had a few hospital visits before, and they were usually extreme, the first time he had a motorcycle accident, the second time he overdosed, and the third was a stroke.
"Blue?" I heard a voice behind me, pulling me from my thoughts, I turned and saw Harry close behind me, looking confused, I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, with shaky hands I turned it slowly and pushed it open walking into the room.
There he was, battered, bruised and bloody. I felt my eyes water as I sat in the chair closest to his bed, Harry just looked at him, with his chest rising and falling quickly, he sat down, far away from me, leaving two seats between us.
"Why are you so far away?"
"His parents can be closer than me."
I gulped and looked down, tears freely pouring down my cheeks into my lap as I squeezed Zayn's hand tight, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see Harry's hand there, he was standing in front of me looking confused and sad.
"Blue, where are his parents?" I sobbed out loudly again at his question, and looked back down at my feet, still clinging onto Zayn's hand.
"They're dead Harry." I stated trying to calm down my breathing, I looked to Zayn and brought his hand to my lips, kissing the soft skin, just then a nurse walked into the room, holding a file.
"Hello, I'm guessing you're the emergency contact, and.." she looked to Harry raising a brow and smiling flirtatiously, I rolled my eyes.
"Harry-"
"My best friend is on a fucking hospital bed and your flirting with another one of my friends right now?" I spat glaring at her, she wasn't old but she looked a good eight years older than me and Harry, they both looked at me, her blushing furiously and Harry looking as if he was going to laugh. Yeah be embarrassed you bitch.
"Uh, sorry miss Morrison, Zayn was found in an alleyway with a note in his jacket pocket, she handed me the note and I slowly opened it.
You'll be sorry you son of a bitch.
- R.
Ricky. I knew as soon as I saw it, his messy handwriting and his sign off. I looked to Zayn sadly, Ricky and probably his mates beat him. His mates.
Harry.
"Um, when was he found?" I asked the nurse who was standing there awkwardly, probably still embarrassed, she flipped through the file.
"He was found eighteen minutes ago." she stated closing the file after reading off it, I nodded and looked at my poor best friend.
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i can't wtf
i've been so bad with updating
yet we nearly got 300 reads !!!!!
i'm trying so hard, just finished my exams yesterday
so updates should be better.
rip peep < 3
-beck.
