You Owe Me (Little Mix Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Sorry this took so long. I had an idea and then realised it did nothing for the story so I rewrote the chapter. Please excuse any language in this chapter (I don't usually swear so I'm putting this disclosure here more for me than for anyone else).

Toodles

-T

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We couldn't talk any longer, and we had an agreement. I hung up as quickly as possible without saying goodbye. I opened the messages again and gave the phone back to Zayn. He quickly glanced at my screen and then his eyes widened. Exactly what I needed him to do.

"What- How long?" He growled at me. I look at him confused, as I was told to do. He held up my phone to me and I almost cried. Why was I doing this to myself?

"How long has this been going on?" He growled at me, even more terrifying than the last time. I took in a deep breath and composed myself so I could do what I was supposed to.

"Since the last O2 show." My voice cracked at the end, but he was too mad to notice. I braced myself, waiting for the screaming. The worst part was that I wasn't allowed to defend myself. At all. I closed my eyes the second he opened his mouth, trying to block it out, but I couldn't.

"HOW DARE YOU FUCKING CHEAT ON ME????" I could feel the tears on the brink of falling. "I REALLY CARED FOR YOU BUT I GUESS YOU HAVE NEVER FELT THAT WAY." Then the tears started falling, "YOU'RE JUST AN ATTENTION SEEKING BITCH WHO USED ME. THAT'S ALL YOU ARE." I had tears staining my cheeks and my eyes were going red. I couldn't take this any more. "WHY AREN'T YOU SAYING ANYTHING???? SAY SOMETHING AND TELL ME THIS ISN'T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE." Then he started crying. I couldn't do anything to help him. I just stood there like a porcelain doll set on a stand. I couldn't move my arm of my own free will and my skin felt like if anyone touched it, it would shatter. My heart broke at the sight of all this. It wasn't only hurting me, it was hurting him. I couldn't take any more. I had to leave, but I couldn't say anything. The only thing I managed to croak out was,

"I'm sorry."

In that split second I knew, to him I confirmed that I cheated on him, it was admitting defeat. I was surrendering and giving up. He sat there on the end of the bed, sobbing. I began hating myself for doing this to him. There was an open overnight bag, I grabbed some esential clothing items and some toiletries, pushed the bag up to my shoulder, grabbed my crutches and headed outside. I knew that Jesy would be waiting for me outside so I left. I didn't look back, I couldn't, because I knew the second I did, I would break.

Once I got out to the car, which was very slow going, Jesy got out and hugged me while whispering,

"You did what you had to do to protect him." That sort of made me feel better, but didn't make the heartache of all of this go away.

I pulled out of the hug and asked to just leave. I would deal with the aftermath of this later, but I just wanted to get out of there. Out of the place I wanted so badly to still call home, but I couldn't. There was no turning back now. She helped me into the car and then drove silently, knowing that I just wanted some space.

Halfway through the car ride she turned to me and half spoke, half whispered,

"Do you want to go to my place or the hospital. It's only Jade at the hospital, everyone else went home."

I could still barely talk to I half mouthed, half whispered,

"Hospital"

I just wanted all of us together. At least they would understand what I'm going through and not judge me. I knew that once word of this got out into the media, as it surely would, I would be looked down upon and judged by everyone who saw me.

Jesy took the turn towards the hospital and we were on our way. I knew it would be about 10 minutes before we reached the hospital, and it would be 10 more minutes spent in silence. It would give me 10 minutes to think of a way to thank Leigh-Anne for saving my life and also 10 minutes to brood about getting rid of Inconnu. He was the reason of me having to deal with severe heartache. He was the reason why I may have lost Zayn forever. It was all his fault.

We parked outside the hospital and walked in. I still wasn't speaking. I didn't know what to say really. The first person I wanted to talk to was Leigh. In fact she was the only person I wanted to speak to at the time. Once we were inside we became reacquainted with the elevator, as I was still having issues with stairs. We were still silent, letting the elevator music fill the awkward aural void. Once the doors flung themselves open on the 5th floor. Over the last day we had become quite good friends with this floor, knowing it's ins and outs. We walked halfway down the hallway then turned left and walked until we reached room 518. I hesitated slightly before I entered and Jesy obviously picked up on it and put a hand on my shoulder. Somehow that small gesture gave me strength to walk in. I don't know why the simple action of showing compassion transfers a small amout of strength from one to another when they touch. It really doesn't make sense how physical actions matched up with mental strength. Humans are strange beings, we succumb to fear, yet give one another strength.

Yellow raincoats shelters from the wet, being with others shelters from fear. One plus One equals two. You can't have one without the other. We are dependant on others, no matter how strong we seem, we always will be. We wouldn't be able to function without another person to lean on. This is the way we were designed, if you believe in a designer or a creator. But I knew, this was no accident.