Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp. 17- Apologies

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Chapter 17- Apologies

I got Zayn to stand up and we hop our way towards my apartment. The distance between here and my apartment wasn't that far, so Zayn insisted on going there instead of visiting a hospital. After a lot of bickering, both of our stubborn minds decided to give up and just go to my house instead.

Opening to door, I led Zayn onto the black leather couch, grabbing the untouched First-Aid Kit from the bathroom drawer.

I made Zayn wash his face in the water to get rid of any debris, but he kept on complaining that the scratches will ruin his perfect face.

I sign, “The cut will not leave a damn scar! Can you shut up about your face already?” I yelled out in frustration.

“See this perfect face?” He points to himself, “It cannot be scarred,babe!” Zayn whines, but continues to splash his face with water anyway.

“Who cares about your face?” I stuck my tongue out at him.

Zayn suddenly got closer, leaving about half of an inch proximity, making it hard for me to breathe. “Wha-a-a-t?” I stutter, my heart beating quickly.

“You do.” He stuck his tongue out, head high in pride.

I roll my eyes, “Say the guy who spends more time getting ready than me.” I mock him. It was a true statement, Zayn spends much more time than I do.

“Says the girl who doesn't even get ready.” He teases back, smirking.

I hit his arm lightly and suddenly realize that I just hit one of his wounds. “Sh*t! Zayn, I'm sorry!” I hastily got a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic alcohol, and apply pressure to the bleeding wound before it could get any worse.

I did the same thing to the rest of his wounds, being careful on his face, not wanting to leave a scar. Sealing my handy work with bandages, I step back and admire what I've done to him.

Ha! Now he can't be perfect anymore, eh? To be honest, even if Zayn is being covered in bandages and his arm is twice its normal size, he still looks as handsome as ever.

“Thank you, Annabells.” Zayn's voice brought me out of my thinking.

“For what?” I ask, clearly confuse.

“Thinking I'm handsome even if I look like sh*t.” He smirk when he saw the blush that rose on my face.

Stupid mouth! Why did you say that out loud? I yell at myself, blushing even more deeply when Zayn starts to laugh.

“Zayn! Stop laughing!” I pouted. How could he laugh at me? It was embarrassing. I sounded like one of their fan girls, being obsessive over how they look.

Whoever thought of putting five hot guys, with British accents, amazing personalities, and the ability to make me blush must have wanted to make every girl have a heart attack. Don't get me wrong, I still despite their music. They sounds like a sell-out band. However, with their looks, One Direction can sell socks and girls would still buy it. That's the power of being utterly handsome.

“What?” I notice Zayn staring at me with that deep look in his eye, as if he wanted to ask me something but uncertain about it.