Bands Apart [On Hold]

17.This Desire To Make Us Last

Zayn's P.O.V

After the boys stormed out none of the them came back in. At first I had been expecting them to, but them and their angry words stayed away.

So for next few hours all I did was stare off into space as I occasionally drifted in and out of consciousness. My head was still hurting bad from the lump on my head, but the ache in my heart from fear overruled it by a long shot.

Now that they knew about Perrie I had no idea what to expect besides anger.

Even now, long after his outburst, I was still shocked by Louis' reaction. I mean, I know he despised them but to think he actually hated them enough to hit me over loving Perrie cut something deep.

It was true they had embarrassed him big time, but it was about time he got over it and acted like an adult. Instead though he was going to let it boil inside him until his fire ran out, and today that fire burned me.

I think what hurt the most though is that they automatically believed every word Niall said without giving me the chance to tell my side. Maybe if they would just listen to how I felt they'd understand how serious I felt towards her.

"Zayn," A soft voice then said, and I gave a little start as I weakly rolled to face the owner of the voice.

"Gabe." I breathed softly as I forced myself partially up on my elbows and he gave me a tired smile as he pulled up a chair and sat at my bedside.

"How are you feeling?" He I inquired, and I shrugged as I licked my parched lips. I'm beginning to wish I had take that dinner tray from the nurse.

"Like I got smacked in the bloody head by a baseball bat." I sighed, and he chuckled as he sat back in the chair and tapped his fingers on the armrests.

That was when I began to feel nervous.

Normally when me, or the others saw Gabe on the rare occasion it meant he was about to discuss something serious with us. And based on the events that occurred earlier I had a feeling I wasn't going to enjoy this discussion.

"Where's-" I then began but Gabe waved me off.

"Your on site manager is downstairs with the boys." He said, answering my question before I had a chance to ask it.

"Oh," I mumbled, allowing myself to sink back into the pillows as I looked up at the bright white ceiling. "Then why are you here?" I asked, even though I already knew this answer.

For a long moment he was quiet, then he sighed as he leaned forward.

"The boys told me about the Perrie girl." He said slowly, and I nodded at an equal pace.

"I assumed." I whispered, and he nodded as he rested a hand on my arm.

"Then I'm guessing you know what I'm gonna say next," Said he, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"No." I lied, hoping he was going to say the opposite of what I was expecting. He didn't though.

"Zayn I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but we need you to stop seeing her." He said even-tempered, and I sucked in a shaky breath.

"Why?" I stifled, wanting to hear a good explanation before I even began to consider listening to furious best friend's and management.

"Because we believe its in  everyone's best interest." He said softly, and I yanked my arm away as I inhaled deeply.

"I don't care what everyone else is interested in, I'm not leaving her." I decided harshly, and Gabe sighed deeply as massaged his temples.

"Zayn please don't make this any harder then it has to be. I'm trying to do this nicely." He said, a warning tinting his still calm voice.

"In other words your saying I have no choice." I retorted bitterly, and Gabe let out another sigh as he sat back.

"No Zayn we're not giving you a choice. After learning about the situation you were in we decided it'd be best to remove you from it."

I then sat up with a glare pulsing in my eyes as I looked at him sharply.

"Is it, because of the feud?" I asked, emphasizing each word.

"No Zayn. It's because you were almost killed sneaking out to see this girl, it's because your on the front page of the paper for sneaking into a 'mystery girl's' hotel room, it's because Little Mix's management is looking for an excuse to sue us, and overall it's because your new attitude is affecting the boys! Our job as your management is to ensure your safety, and the safety of others around you; both physically and mentally. So you will do as your told, and not argue with us on it!" He said harshly, raising his voice, and I shrank back slowly as I felt my eyes brim with tears once more.

"Now," Gabe huffed standing up. "I'm going to go downstairs, and talked with the boys. We'll both continue this conversation later when you feel better." He then pointed an accusing finger at me.

"And I meant what I said Zayn. There will be no changing my mind, meaning you better began the detachment process now so this can all be over quicker." He said, and with that he left.

For a long time after that I stared back up at the ceiling and let my ailing mind drift away in a void of thoughts that hadn't haunted me in awhile. One of those contemplation's being a four letter word I had grown to hate.

Fame.

Bloody fame.

Blasted fame.

Terrible fame.

Again my fame had snuck in on it's tippy toes and bashed me over the head with hammer only this time I don't think I'd be able to get over it.

I had given up on love, magic, and first kisses the night I met Perrie and she made me find a whole new meaning for it that fulfilled the thirst in my sore heart. To think now that I was about to never see her again, to loose her forever was a thought I could not bear.

It made the pit of my stomach clench as tight as a pythons grip, and made me feel like I could sleep forever.

I felt like I was back to square one as I stared up the ceiling again, only this time I wasn't admiring the simplicity of peeling paint, and lost memories. It was like I had been shoved back in time to the night of the dance where Rebbecca was the only thing on my mind.

I had lost her the same night I found Perrie, the only difference being it was her choice not some else's. I had tried so hard that night to hold onto her, but I couldn't find a way to make her stay.

To keep her.

If only there was a way I could outwit my management and find a way to keep my love forever.

That was when the bloody thing hit me, and I instantly sat up.

"That's it!" I announced to myself softly, feeling excitement replace my ill emotions as I started to work on tearing out the IV's.

This was the only way I could keep Perrie, but before it could happen I'd have to go see her first.

Until then all I could was hope and pray that this scheme of mine will go well, because I have this unbearable desire to make us last.

A/N: Hi guys! So whooo I updated! Though, I thought this was posted yesterday, but turns out my phone decided to be a rat, and not post it :( But yeah here it is :)

Love ya!

-Juliet.