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I survived. I made it. But to think, what if I hadn't? Zayn crouched down beside my hospital bed and whispered
" I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me."
I turned my head towards to the hospital window, watching as the soft dews of New Jersey's beautiful morning cover the window glasses. Forgive him? How should I? No. How can I? I've always only loved him unconditionally, I don't think I deserve all the shit he's put me through. And Louis? He was supposed to be a friend to both me and Zayn. What kind of friend is he? Feelings or not, neither of them have played fair.
I don't think I have the strength to do this to myself anymore. I just can't. I feel Zayn's warm lips gently press to my knuckles, bringing my attention back to the man I loved, or at least thought I loved. I quickly snatched my hand out of his grasp.
"Don't touch me.", I hissed.
I watched as I saw his features change from confusion to panic.
"Baby, listen to me-"
I cut him off mid sentence. The moisture in his eyes began to increase.
"Don't fucking baby me! Get away from me!",
I yelled as I scrambled to the other side of the hospital bed, trying to distance myself from him as far as I can.
"Y/N, baby, please-".
His finger tips lightly brushed my wrist, and I let out a scream.
"No! No! Get away! Get away!"
I thrashed around, trying to free myself from his grasp. He fell to his knees beside my bedside.
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A Drunken Mistake : A Zayn Malik Fanfiction (Completed)
FanfictionYou never thought your boy friend, Zayn, would do this to you and Louis, both of them hadn't played fair. completed WARNING : I was 12 when I wrote this. You've been warned
