Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Seventeen

Hey Guys its been awhile but I have been going through some stuff, hopefully writing helps me out of this funk. Thanks for the support! ONWARD!

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Heather's POV

The first thing I notice is that there is an obnoxious beep ringing in my ears, also the blinds of the strange room I am in are open and the sun is blinding my newly opened eyes. I glance around the stark white room until my eyes come to rest on a head of dark curls sleeping in the small recliner next to my bed. I raise my hand and there is an IV stuck in it and I almost pass out from the needle but hold onto the consciousness I hadn't had for who knows how long.

The only thing I remember was leaving Harry at the club and finding Zayn at the gym, the rest is a blur. How long ago was that? The sleeping boy stirred slightly and his bright green eyes start to open, then they are wide when they realize I am awake. Harry tries to rise quickly, but then slows with a cautious look in his eyes. He takes my small hand and smiles warmly at me but I am still blank. Too many questions are racing through my mind and when the image of Harry and I at the club flashes across my vision I pull my hand away slowly. Harry looks hurt but then sighs and pulls his chair up closer to the bed before sitting once again, no longer towering over me. I like this better, him looking me in the eye instead of down at me.

"How are you?" His voice is still slow and low, his eyes searching my face and he looks poised to leave if I ask. I feel bad for running out of the club, I owe him an explanation because honestly what he did wasn't even bad. It was teenage boy stuff and he is a teenage boy, sort of and I shouldn't have ran but I did.

I should tell him why, but I can't.

I make a non-committal noise and Harry just looks at me, worried. "How long have I been out?" I finally ask, curious.

"About three days," Harry says and a gasp escapes my mouth, three days? That can't be right, I couldn't have been out for more than a couple of hours, tops. But the look on Harry's face, both relieved and grief stricken tells me he is telling the truth. My head hurts, I am freaking exhausted and that doesn't make sense because I essentially slept for three days apparently but all that time I could see Him in my mind. I was reliving every moment of those fateful years and I couldn't escape.

Harry sees my worried look and takes his hand to play with a strand of my greasy, dark hair. "You're a mystery Heather."

You are a mystery. Imagine me watching him kiss you.

A voice I knew played in my head but I couldn't place who's it was. I shook my head and a tear rolled down my cheek. I don't know why, I was overwhelmed I guess and even if I was still mad a little at Harry his touches were comforting me. I smile weakly at me and he takes a deep breath, one hand holding mine, the other still stroking my face.

"Heather, listen I have to tell you something." I freeze, that's never a good way to start the conversation. "I don't know what happened in the club, but I will never forgive myself for scaring you." I moved to stop him there, tell him it wasn't his fault but his hand moved over my mouth, a single long finger silencing me as he continued.

"I won't push you to tell me what happened, I obviously made you uncomfortable and I am sorry. That being said I don't think we should go out anymore." It took a moment, Harry's green eyes searching mine and then it clicked.

He was breaking up with me.

But were we ever together? I don't remember but I assumed this means he wouldn't call me babe anymore, and I assumed this meant no more kissing. Harry pressed on, rushing a little.

"It's not that I don't like you, because God I do, more than I really should honestly. But I don't think I could date a fighter." How did Harry know? Did Zayn tell him? I knew Harry would be upset when he found out about me fighting on account of his brother but I didn't think he would dump me for it.

"Ya, see. I have- had an older brother, Caleb." Harry began and I realized Harry had no idea that I knew what had happened to Caleb. "He was like you and Zayn, he loved to fight. When we lived in England he took mixed martial arts and was so excited when a league opened up in London. It was underground, just like here in New York but he didn't care and my mum was just glad he was happy and taking some of his aggression out on something other than the poor trees in our back yard he would take a hatchet to every so often." Harry chuckled, smiling fondly at the memory and I laced my fingers through his, giving them a squeeze. He may have dumped me, but he is still one of my best friends.

"About seven years ago, Caleb was up for the championship. He had been fighting in the league for a little over a year, just barely over the age of nineteen when he was going against a twenty-nine year old for his title. Things in London aren't the same as over here, where the Underground steps in when fighters get out of hand, and they never told Caleb what challenging a champion meant." A hard undertone was laced in his words and he was squeezing my hand really hard but it was okay.

"He was a kid, at least I think he was, and they didn't tell him that the championship in London was a fight to the death." My blood ran cold. "The thing is, Caleb won. He killed a man, for what? A check? Caleb murdered a man, smashed his head into the concrete that lined the ring enough times to kill the man. Caleb was champion for seven days. Then the guy's goons found him, Caleb had always tried to be careful when it came to keeping us away from his fighting life but when I told him I saw some brutes lurking around the school I went to he knew he was screwed. A few days after the fight, our little house was burned down. I had been at school, my mum at work and Caleb out for the day but we lost everything. Caleb went to the London League for help but they told him he had to deal with it himself. My mom and I found a little apartment with some friends and Caleb went to confront the guys who he knew had burned our house down. He never came home."

"We found him the next day, his body beaten to a pulp and his nails ripped out, they had tortured him. We left London after that and moved to Cheshire, my mom got re-married and we just kind of pretended that Caleb just passed away, wasn't murdered because if we told the police it was anything other than a random killing the London League would come up and then we would be dead too. My mum sent me to America to get me away from it all, yet here I am with you and Zayn." I grimaced as he said Zayn and I together and he just laughed darkly. His confession was finished but he was far from done talking.

"I know you hate him, Zayn I mean. You really should. I might hate him too, but he is my best friend. That's another thing, I can't date someone who has feelings for my best mate." Harry gave me a knowing look and my face burned because I tried so hard to keep it hidden. "You two are so similar, and I notice how flustered you would get around him, it was never like that with me." He sighs, his hand retracted from mine and tugging on his curls. "I think you should hate him, but I also think you should give him a chance."

"Harry," I began, "I am so sorry, I should have told you about fighting, not let you figure it out yourself. And I don't know why I like Zayn, I wish I didn't. God I wish I could just hate him as much as he hates me." I sighed, flopping back onto the bed and the disruption caused my IV to pull out and sirens began blaring. I had just alerted the hospital staff that I was awake and when nurses started flooding the room, asking questions to each other and reading my vitals I saw Harry get up and head for the door before stopping and turning back to face me.

"If you believe that, that Zayn hates you, then he must be a great actor cause it's a bunch of bull." And with that he left the room and I was left to deal with my thoughts and all the nurses.

Sorry for such the distance between updates, like I said I have been going through some tough stuff that is scaring me a lot and I hate it but I am working to get back. Thank you for all the love and support :)

-Meg