Strong (Zerrie FanFiction)

Chapter 13

A/N: Enjoy this update. Thank you all, for being patient. Stay cool, loves.

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Jade's Pov

My eyes widened at the sight. Perrie was on the floor, passed out. Blood was running down her face, and blood was spread all over her legs due to her scratching.

Tears formed in my eyes.

"Why is she acting this way?" Jesy questioned, while fanning her with a flexible folder.

Leigh was on the phone with the ambulance, which are now, on the way.

"I don't know, but I'm scared." I exclaimed, dropping to the floor and hugging my knees.

My best friend is in such a fatal condition, and I don't know what to do. She's never acted this way, and this was just over the fact that she cheated. I couldn't imagine what she would've done, if it was something more major.

"Guys, I feel like we should call Zayn." I exclaimed, still shaking at the sight of Perrie on the ground.

"No!" Jesy exclaimed. "It's his fault that she's like this!"

"No it's not!" I argued back. "She's the one that cheated."

I swear, if looks could kill, I would be dead now.

"I don't know what's gotten into you." Jesy yelled at me. "This is your best friend, that you're talking about."

I looked down, and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I just feel like we should call Zayn, and tell him." I said, quietly.

Jesy sighed, heavily.

"If you haven't noticed, Jade... Everyone thinks that Perrie's a slut. I bet you think that she's a slut, too. Perrie's aware of this, therefore this is the result." Jesy explained, through gritted teeth.

"I don't think that she's a slut!" I yelled back, crying.

"Guys, stop fighting!" Leigh butted in. "Focus on Perrie."

I rolled my eyes, and ran out of the room.

I can't believe Jesy said those things. Never in a million years, would I ever think that Perrie's a slut.

I groaned and took out my phone, doing what I thought was right.

I scrolled through the contacts and pressed the familiar name.

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello?" A Bradford accent, spoke.

"Zayn?" My Geordie accent was now shaky, due to the amount of crying that I've done.

"Jadey?" Zayn asked, surprised.

"Hey." I said, barely audible. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, obviously aware that I was crying. 

I shook my head, even though I knew that he couldn't see me. 

"No." I finally answered, when my tears couldn't fall down, anymore. 

"Jadey, what happened? Are you hurt?" He asks, concerned. 

This is why I love Zayn so much. He's so kind to me, no matter the situation. As a matter of fact, he's basically my brother. 

"It's not me." I said, my throat was dry and I felt like I was dehydrated. "It's Perrie." 

"What's happened to Perrie!" He exclaimed. I could hear rustling, through the other end. 

"Perrie's passed out." I replied, sadly. 

Why does this have to happen to her? She's done nothing wrong, it was that fucking bartender's fault. He spiked our fucking drinks. If I ever see him again, he won't know what's coming. That bitch is gonna pay. 

"Where are you?" He asked, frustrated. 

"I'm at our flat but the ambulance is coming round' to bring Perrie to the hospital." I responded. 

I bit my lip, to prevent my crying but it didn't really work out. 

"What hospital?" He asked. 

"I don't know." She cried out, in frustration.

He groaned.

"I'll figure it out. Just make sure that she's well."

I nodded.

"Okay, but please be here for her." And with that, I hung up.

After that, I just sat against the wall and cried until the ambulance came round' and came to take Perrie.

I don't fucking know why Perrie is like this? She's never been this torn up. When she's sad off of a boy, she would just sit in her room and eat ice cream. That's not the case now, she fucking ripped up her hair and scratched her face. I feel like if we hadn't gone to her room to check up on her, she would've done something dangerous.

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Zayn's Pov

I forced on some trousers and a hoodie and rushed to my car. I couldn't be bothered to close the lights in the flat. When the boys get back, they'll close it. I was previously home alone because the boys wanted to head out for dinner but I refused. I was still heartbroken that Perrie cheated on me, but nevermind that. I still and always, will love her. It's pretty obvious that she doesn't love me, but I still care for her.

I ran to my car and drove to the nearest hospital.

Jade had texted me and said that they had just left their flat.

I clutched the steering wheel and sighed. I want Perrie to be okay. Please fucking tell me that she's gonna be okay.

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