I woke up with my head throbbing. Harry was sitting by my bedside, holding my limp hand, with tears in his beautiful eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said. "I never meant to hurt you."
"Yeah, well, you did." I spat out with vitriol on my voice. Suddenly, tall, strong man burst through the doors.
"Get away from her!" Zayn yelled. He pushed Harry out of the way, and all the anger in his eyes faded away, changing to a warm tenderness as he looked at me. Harry sulked our of the room like a hot dog, looking so ashamed.
"I'm so sorry about him, baby. I never should have let him near you." Zayn murmured with a heartbroken expression. "Seeing you hurt killed me. And that bastard refused to leave your side, like it wasn't his fault.
"First of all, baby? I'm not your baby." But secretly, deep inside, I felt a primal thrill at being called his baby. At the same time, my traitorous heart speed up when I heard that Harry wouldn't leave me.
What the hell, Caroline? I thought to myself. You can't want him or Zayn. They bought you!
