Unconditionally In Love With Styles

Little White Lies

I woke up the next morning to the sun beaming through the curtains of the hospital room. I looked over to see Zayn sitting in the chair against the wall, asleep. He just so caring, like he was in the dreams I had. I remembered those distinctively and would probably never forget them. They were burned in my brain.

Now that I remember what happened before the accident, it all makes sence. I was partying, I got drunk, did it with Zayn, then felt the guilt, then we told Harry, he stormed out, things were really awkward, he never talked to Zayn or I unless he had to, like at concerts and then I was on the way to catch my plane over to LA for my tour. The taxi driver swerved and hit a tree. Apparently it was another car he swerved out of the way for, like a police chase vehicle that you see on TV.

I do remember becoming friends with Zayn over the weeks on the X Factor. But one thing that didn't make sense was the part in my dream where I didn't win X Factor because Harry kissed me on stage. That part never happened. It was like my dream started my whole meeting Harry thing, all over again. We never kissed on the first day, who in they're right mind is like that. My head must be really fucked up in that case.

I sat up in my bed and saw my phone sitting beside me. I picked it up and saw there were messages and missed calls from god knows who. I looked through my inbox and saw messages from the Brooks Brothers. I smiled and opened the one from Jai first.

Hey,

We saw the news about the accident. Hope your ok. Text me back when you get this, no rush. I, well we just want to know your ok. Hopefully we'll see you soon?

I smiled and went to reply and I saw a shadow hover over me.

“Good morning.” Zayn said

“Good morning to you to. You right there just reading my texts?” I asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. So whose Jai Brooks?” He asked

“One of the Janoskians, duh.” I said.

“Oh, I see. I remember you mentioning something about a meet and greet you went to and gave them your numbers and stuff.” He replied

“Yep, sure did. Jai was just checking to see if I was ok, and these texts from Luke and Beau probably are too, seeing as they're Jai's brothers.” I said. Zayn smiled.

“So I heard you and Harry yelling last night, he didn't hurt you did he?” Zayn asked

“Sort of. He was lying, he only hated me for like a week, then he thought he'd be a woos if he didn't keep hating me so he faked hating me, and you for the past, god knows how long.” I said. Zayn raised hi eyebrow.

“Seriously? Harold has got a lot of apologising to do.” Zayn said and wrapped his arms around me.

“I know, but I think I hurt him when I said I don't know whether I regret what happened with you.” I said. Zayn looked into my eyes and I looked into his. I was smirking a little.

“Aww, Jaz. You know I don't regret it. You've known that from the start. If Harry and you weren't together then, it wouldn't have been a problem, but you can't take back the past. What we did was wrong, on so many levels, but you can't hold a grudge against it, now can you?” He asked

“No, I guess your right Zayn. I don't regret it either. I mean, so Harry wasn't my first, he was my first kiss, which meant a lot to me. And you, my best friend were my first time and I couldn't have hoped for a better person. Of course if Harry and I weren't together then I wouldn't have had a problem. I'm sorry if I came off awkward after it happened.” I said

“Jaz, you don't need to apologise, ok? We were both drunk and didn't know any better. Harry's done that before.... whoops.” Zayn said with a guilty look on his face.

“Wait? What!?!?” I said and Zayn just looked at the ground. 'Done that before'? What!