Sex, Love, and Dirty Secrets

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Hey. Sorry I haven't written this for like 5 days. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE READS I HAVE GOTTEN! This morning it was over 800 reads and I was so thrilled. If you like this, but want to check out a different kind of imagine, please look at my The Other Hand and Almost Fatal. I am not finished either of them, and haven't updated Almost Fatal for a long time, but I will try to. Thanks so much for understand.~~

After a few moments later, a teary eyed Zayn walks in the room. Harry looks at him. Zayn clentches his jaw as he looks at Harry. Harry stands up quickly, leaving the room, his head always facing the floor. "Babe, I am so sorry this happened. I-I promise nothing like this will ever happen again. I will always be with you, so nothing can happen." Zayn says, his voice cracking a few times as he has trouble speaking due to his emotions flooding his body after seeing you.

"Zayn, it was my faul-" you almost say a full sentence.

"Babe sh. It wasn't your fault. It was that bastard, Harry's fault. If you weren't in this condition, and we weren't in the hospital, I can guarantee that Harry would be fucking dead. Just wait until I get my hands on him." Zayn starts getting pissed off. It's scaring you honestly, his hands are clentched in fists and his jaw is tight. The beeps of the machines that you are hooked up to are now happening much faster. Your head starts hurting, but you can't soothe yourself. "Y/N are you ok? You look flushed" Zayn says all his interest on you now. Your eyelids are really heavy, but you fight to keep them open. Then it's just black.