ONE THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO WORDS.
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- Unforgettable By French Montana.
Blue's P.O.V
"When can he be discharged?" I asked not wanting him to wake in an all too familiar environment, Harry snapped his gaze from the floor to me, looking shocked, yeah it was strange for him to be discharged early, but he hated staying here.
"Sweetie, he can't be discharged for a while yet-"
"Don't call me sweetie, where is doctor Morrison? I'd like to speak to him."
She looked at me and raised a brow, laughing quietly, I glared as she calmed herself, she cleared her throat.
"Doctor Morrison is a very busy man-"
"Too busy for his own daughter?" I spat, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped, I looked to Zayn again hoping he wouldn't wake up here.
"Go and get my father, now," I demanded still looking at Zayn, I heard her quickly leave and sighed in frustration, I heard a sniffle beside me and looked at Harry, to see his eyes teary, bloodshot and sad, as he looked straight at Zayn.
I used my free hand that wasn't holding Zayn's frail hand to squeeze Harry's shoulder comfortingly, he looked at me confused, and I wiped under his eyes with the back of my hand, and that's when he realized he was crying and sat back in his chair exhaling shakily, I looked back to Zayn as I heard the door, open, my dad rushed in with a worried face, and I stood up, slightly jogging to him as tears brimmed my eyes, he pulled me into a tight hug as I cried into his chest.
"Shh, Blue, it's alright, he's okay," he explains rubbing my back up and down, I pull back and look at him with hope, he looks sad.
"Really?" I ask and he smiles at my hopeful reaction, and nods, looking over to Zayn he walks over to the bed.
"He should be fine to go back home, and- oh, hello." he looks up to see Harry offering a smile and a wave, Harry returns the gesture looking to me, I sit back down in my chair next to Zayn.
"Dad, this is Harry, Harry this is my father." they both nod and shake hands over the hospital bed.
"You were saying dad?" he looks up from Zayn to me then to Harry and nods, looking to Zayn again and assessing him.
"Well, he has a few cuts, which I know you can stitch them so, that'll be easy, other than that it's just bruises that will last maybe a couple weeks, my god Blue, what the hell happened to him?" my father asked, Harry looked as if he was going to answer, so I cut him off.
"We don't know yet, I'll ask when he wakes up," I explained looking at my feet, I saw Harry snap his head in my direction, looking angered.
"Okay, well I'll take you all home, c'mon."
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My dad took me and Zayn who was still unconscious home while Harry said he would meet us there because he had his own car.
I had just watched my dad leave, so I came back inside hearing someone yelling, I ran up the stairs to my room, to find Zayn, breathing heavily in his sleep, with furrowed brows, I began to walk towards him when he yelled again.
"Stop! Stop Dad! Please!" I ran up to him and shook him trying not to push his bruises or stitches, I felt tears spring to my eyes, knowing what he was dreaming about.
"C'mon Z, wake up, please c'mon Zayn, wake up," I spoke loudly, not quite yelling, Zayn woke with a loud gasp, his eyes shooting open, tears pouring out of them as soon as they were open.
"Blue? Is that you? I'm not still dreaming right?" he asked out of breath cracking slightly from the sobs, I nodded and pulled him into a gentle hug, he groaned slightly as he tried to move around.
"What happened Z?" I asked when I pulled back from the hug, he sighed now a lot calmer than before, he lied back down carefully and began to explain.
"It was Ricky, and his friends, I was taking a shortcut and they just happened to be there, they said I apparently tried to make a move on Ricky, that I was a gay Muslim terrorist, they talked badly about my mother, saying that they had, done not so appropriate things with her. I got in a few good hits on each of them, but I was outnumbered," he explains, breaking my heart, this wouldn't have happened if I didn't show him to Ricky.
"It's not your fault Blue, I know that look, this, is not your fault," he states, with a slight rasp to his voice, I shake my head of thoughts and look at his bruises.
"I'm gonna go get some ice, I'll be back." I walked out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen, when I heard thunderclap and the sunshine that once came through the windows, disappeared.
I squealed but went straight back to getting the ice packs and wrapping them up. It began to rain heavily so I closed the windows in the kitchen and lounge.
I then heard a loud banging noise coming from the lounge, which I mistook for thunder, but then it happened again and I realized somebody was at the door, I raced over and quickly opened it to reveal Harry with his soaked clothes and wet hair, I opened it wider for him to come in and shut it as soon as he got in as the wind began to pick up.
"Holy shit, where did that storm come from?" Harry asked wiping his face on his wet shirt, which wasn't helping at all, I laughed and nodded my head towards the bathroom. Once we got to the bathroom I gave him a dry towel, he took off his shirt and it felt like slow motion. Holy fucking shit.
"Don't drool too much baby," he stated drying himself off with the towel smirking. I rolled my eyes and headed to my room, Harry following.
Zayn was fast asleep again and I smiled at his peaceful look. I went over to my drawers and went to my bottom one, grabbing my oversized white t-shirts, handing it to him. He raised a brow looking at the t-shirt to me before putting it on.
"Why on earth do you have a men's white v-neck?" he asked quietly as we left the room, running his fingers through his damp hair.
"I buy them myself, they're comfy as fuck to sleep in," I explain going down to the kitchen and putting the ice packs back in the fridge. As Harry walked in, he laughed looking at the ice packs.
"Those bring back memories, hm Blue?"
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i'm gonna try to do more of the song suggestion thing
two day update woo
on a roll amirite
fun fact: i luv shane dawson
he the boi toi
-beck.
