Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Fifteen

Zayn’s POV

My mind flashes back to the first night I actually met Heather, the first night I got to see the real her. She was in my arms, just like she is now and I had been carrying her away from danger and toward safety. Now I couldn’t tell if I was carrying her away from the dangers or if I was the danger. Heather’s body convulsed in my arms and I tightened my grip on her as I raced out of the gym and towards my car parked a little down the street.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t fight off the comfort I feel when she is in my arms. When I get to hold her, I can’t pretend I don’t feel the pull and I can’t fight it off with harsh words and angry actions. When I finally got my passenger door open Heather was whimpering in my arms and muttering incoherently. The anger and fury she had housed in her eyes when she was yelling at me flashed behind my lids and I scrambled around the front of the car to leap into the drivers seat. I had to make things right.

I never realized how much Heather really hated me; I always assumed it was just hurt from what I had said after her dance. Honestly, that was really shitty of me but I had to do something! I could feel myself being more and more drawn to her and that couldn’t happen. I had Gabby and Harry to worry about.

Harry.

Where was he? Isn’t he like, Heather’s boyfriend? Shouldn’t he be taking care of her? What was she doing in the gym alone, crying? I kept glancing over at Heather as she shifted slightly in the seat while I broke probably over a dozen traffic laws trying to get her to the hospital as soon as possible. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel when I caught a red light, then looked over to really examine her. In the gym she had been moving too much for me to get a clear look at her but even under the low light of the streetlights I could see the bruising hickeys on her pale skin.

I assumed Harry did that, a thought that made me want to punch him in the face because they aren’t at all right for each other. I wonder if they got into a fight and that’s why she came to the gym, she must have been worked up from the fight. I felt my phone shift in my pocket and realized instead of speculating I could just ask him while I drive her to the hospital, he will probably want to be there anyways.

After a few rings the call went to voicemail so I hung up and tried again. One ring and straight to voicemail, that jerk ignored my call. I sigh; this is how it has been since that awful double date when I had tried, unsuccessfully, to warn Harry away from Heather. Harry had been furious at me for being such a jerk to Heather and I felt bad for being mean to Heather but I didn’t feel bad for trying to keep them apart.

I am a selfish idiot. Sue me.

The hospital finally came up on the left and I swung my car into the nearest parking spot before making a mad dash to grab Heather and get her into the emergency room. When I picked her up, easily because she is so light anymore, she was super cold and not moving really. That made me panic, she felt dead but I could see her pulse flutter in her throat and that was all I needed to see before sprinting into the doors of the ER.

“HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!” I screamed and before I could register what had happened Heather was being taken from my arms and placed on a gurney. A doctor was demanding answers from me, asking me question after question but all I could do was stare at Heather’s small body on the big moving bed and wonder what had actually happened.