Regrets (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Regrets - chapter 22 (SECOND THOUGHTS)

I pull myself away from Zayn. I realise that I've soaked his shirt with my tears.

I giggle and fidget with my fingers. 'I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...' he stops me.

'It's fine, it'll soon dry up anyway' he tells me.

He places his hand on my back and leads me into his car.

We pull up outside my house and we pull Niall inside and into his room.

'I'll go get the first aid kit from downstairs' I tell Zayn and run downstairs. I rush towards the kitchen and open the bottom drawer, grabbing the first aid kit.

I rush back upstairs and hand Zayn the kit.

He pulls out some antiseptic wipes and dabs Niall's head, he winces under its touch but doesn't move away. He finishes off with cream and bandages.

I wonder where Harry went. Did he go to his sister? I hope she's okay. Niall shouldn't have raped Abigail.

I cannot cry again, especially not now. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from doing so.

'You don't need to hold it in, you might as well let it out now...' Zayn makes me jump as he interrupts my thoughts, he then rubs my back while I cry once again comforting me soothingly.

I need to pull myself together. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and dial Abigail's number.

'Your calling Abigail? what if Harry's with her?' Zayn asks.

'It's fine, I need to know if she's okay..' I reply.

The phone rings but no one picks up. I try again but there's still no answer.

What if something's wrong? what if she's hurt?

My phone vibrates in my hands and I quickly pick up.

'Abigail?' I ask the other side of the line.

'Hello? Yeah it's me..'

'Hey umm...did Harry pick you up from the party?' I ask.

'Yh he dropped me off at home but then left straight away'

'Oh okay...are you feeling better?' I ask while fidgeting with the thread on my jeans.

'Yh I guess I mean I can't do anything about it now' she whispers.

'It's okay, I'm sure we can figure something out with all of this, Niall did something extremely terrible and cruel and I'm really sorry' I whimper quietly.

'Don't blame this on yourself, I shouldn't have gone to the party and I should have listened to Harry...'

'No it wasn't, it was Niall's fault...he took advantage of you when you were in such a state' I calm her.

'Yh but...my mums home I'm going to have to go'

'Okay I'll speak to you later'

'Thanks for everything, bye'

'Bye, look after yourself' and with that the phone call ended.

'So she's okay?' Zayn asks. I completely forgot he was still here.

'Yh I guess, thanks for everything, I mean you didn't have to help me or Niall but you still did and I'm grateful'

'It's no problem, really' he blushes.

I giggle and fall backwards.

He grabs me and stops me from falling, our faces only inches away. His minty breath falling onto my face every second. I can't help but squint a few times.

He leans forward and slowly kisses me and I don't stop him and with that the door swings open showing a dark figure. I pull away from Zayn fast.

'Megan?' the voice was familiar. He came into view holding a wide eyed expression on his face. .

Harry.