Pause. Rewind. Play. (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 24: Gemma

"Harry?" The other boys have already visited the boy, and I'm the last. Zayn was in there the longest with Harry, which made me very anxious to know what they were talking about. The second he had stepped out of the room, I wanted to ask him so many questions. However, he just told me Harry wanted to see me and walked off. That didn't make me feel any better about myself.

Certainly seeing Harry in the hospital bed with a bandaged head and cast over his left leg didn't help my guilt either. I can't help, but keep blaming myself for this accident. He's twidling his fingers with the sheets on the bed, not looking at me as I come inside. I quietly pull up a chair and sit next to him, keeping my eyes directed anywhere else except for him.

"Harry?" I say again, breaking our silence. "I-I'm sorry." He still doesn't say anything, which results in me drumming my fingers across my lap. "I don't blame you if you hate me, or won't talk to me. I'll just leave." I stand up, about to walk out of the room, when I feel something cold being wrapped around my wrist.

Turning back, Harry has one firm hand locked around my wrist, preventing me from leaving. His green eyes bore into mine, forcing me to sit back down.

"Why would I hate you?" he says. His voice is very gruff, like he just woke up.

"It-It's just that its m-my fault-" I stutter, not being able to keep the nervous feeling from my bubbling stomach.

"Shh," he whispers, putting a finger to my lips, hushing me from saying any more. "This isn't your fault, not your fault at all. You shouldn't even think that for a second."

"B-But-"

"No buts," Harry sternly glares at me. "Why would you even think that?"

"Zayn told me you two got in an arguement over me," I say just above a whisper. I hear Harry sigh, but don't look.

"Ari, what Zayn and I have going on shouldn't have to worry you. It's just us being stupid about all this. You shouldn't beat yourself up over this." I feel the tears coming back when I look up at him. I caused him in that hospital bed, it was my fault. All my fault.

I can't help the first tears that come. No matter how much I try to, they just easily fall. And then come the next wave, and the next, and then I'm sobbing into my hands furiously. I feel his arms pull me into his chest.

"Hey, hey, stop crying. Why are you crying for? Please stop crying." I try to stop, but I can't. The tears just keep coming after that.

"I can't take the pressure anymore Harry. I just can't," I say, letting my weaker demeanor show.

"Does this mean we're really over?" He asks in a low voice. I look at him, the tears still streaming. I don't have an answer for him, at least not now.

There are so many factors as to why I shouldn't take Harry back, but then again factors why I should. Harry has always treated me good and made a mistake. He's famous so I'm not surprised when he's around women a lot, far more beautiful than me of course. Harry can see the battle I'm struggling against myself, probably. He runs his hands up and down my arms, warming them up,

"I'm not going to get a second chance, am I?' he whispers. I look up into his bold green eyes. Without a word, I lean up and kiss him.

That's the only answer he needs.

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I'm back out in the hallway as the doctors and nurses do more tests on Harry. The Styles have landed and are driving here now. Liam's said he talked about me before to his sister, Gemma. Im really nervous about it because of how Gemma perceves me is how the rest will. I also don't know if she knows that we had broken up.