CRASH (Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

Chapter 9 ∽ Its Probably My Fault

DEMI'S POV

It has been two hours... two hours of sitting here beside Chelsea's bed, studying her every bruise, wondering how she must be feeling, and grimacing at the painful-looking brace at the sides of her head. Yes, Chelsea had two iron rods bolted at both sides of her head and I didn't have any idea what's it for, but I was guessing its connected to her back.

I have been alone in this stuffy hospital room with Chelsea's unresponsive body for quite awhile now, since Brianna left about an hour ago to find where Raph's room was and she still was yet to come back.

I had been holding Chelsea's hand and massaging it just to get some kind of reaction from her. Maybe a quick movement of her hand, a blink of an eye perhaps, or even just a twitch of her finger... anything! But no matter how much I applied pressure to her palms, I got nothing.

I sighed in defeat and let my head softly plop on the matress beside her. From the time I got here to this very moment, I kept thinking of one thing... and one thing only - all of this was all my fault. It was stupid of me to entrust a drunk Chelsea to Raph, who I knew was also drinking. I was the reason why they were driving around at 3 am in the morning 'cause they were from my party. I was the reason why their in this sick, dark place right now and there was nothing I could do but to sit here and helplessly pray for a miracle.

If only Chelsea wouldn't have droven back here to London just to see me on my birthday, she would still be happy and awake right now. If only Nick wouldn't have thrown me that damned party, everything would be normal. Then all these fucked up incidents wouldn't have happened. Nick and Harry's fight, all the doubts about Nick cheating on me, and this unfortunate car crash. All of these wouldn't have happened if it weren't for my birthday. The party was supposed to make everyone happy - make me happy - but instead, it spiralled into something worse and dragged everyone I cared about down with me.

As I went on to bask in remorse beside Chelsea's bed, the sound of the door opening snapped me out of my deep thoughts. I lifted my head from the matress and diverted my gaze to its direction and waited for the person to appear around the corner of the entrance. It must be a nurse or the doctor...

But my assumptions were proven wrong as a guy around my age, walked further inside the room. I stood to my feet and faced him as he stopped in his tracks,

"Umm, Hi. Is this Chelsea Mildew's room?" the stranger asked me. He was wearing a white graphic shirt with a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of black sneakers. His hair was made into a messy quiff and his jaw was covered in a stubble. His right arm was drenched in tattoos whereas the other one barely had any. He lookes very attractive, I can tell you that... but I don't think I knew him. In fact, I've never seen him before.

"Yes, this is her room. May I know who you are?" I answered him.

"Yes, of course," He stepped towards me and raised his hand out, "I'm Zayn, Chelsea's cousin."

Chelsea's cousin? Must be the one that Brianna mentioned to me earlier. I must say, I resent Chelsea for not mentioning to me that she had a hot cousin that has a hundred percent eye-candy credential. But then again, Chelsea is very beautiful as well, so it was no surprise that her relatives would posses the same gift. Its safe to say that good looks surely runs in the family.

I meekly took his hand and shook it with a smile, "Demi, I'm Chelsea's friend."

"Its nice to meet you," He returned the smile warmly and broke off our handshake, "May I?"

He gestured to the direction where Chelsea is laying in sleep, "Of course," and I stepped aside and let him pass. His lips curved up into a warm smile and he gave me a thankful nod.