One in a Million

Chapter 35

Kendra's POV

I woke up in a bright white curtained room with IV's injected into my sore arm. I could feel that I was drenched in sweat and a doctor stood with his back to me.

"Where's my family?" I croaked out, snapping up from the hospital bed.

"She's up!" I heard my mothers voice yell from another part of the hospital room, everyone ran over to me, drowning me with hugs and kisses.

"Your surgery went A-OK, you're cured!" My dad had a huge smile across his face. This was unbelievable, I was actually really okay? I was cured with cancer!

"Did anyone call and tell Zayn the news?" I beamed, my throat was killing me from talking but I stuck through it.

"I will!" Taylor offered, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Then he left the room in a flash, with his phone to his ear.

After 10 or so minutes of visiting with everyone I saw Taylor return and end the phone call and walk over to my hospital bed. "Guys, I need to talk to Taylor, alone," I told them. I had to talk to him about things. To set things straight.

"That's fine!" Everyone walked out of the room, leaving Taylor and I. Alone.

"What did Zayn say?" I felt more than uncomfortable but I needed to make friends with him, maybe it wasn't him who set the fire.

"He's really happy," he gave me a weak smile. I started to fiddle with the medicine in my arms, trying to take it out but it hurt too much.

"Good!" I smiled back, feeling the worst feeling in my gut. Suddenly the atmosphere in the room seemed to change, he got closer and closer to me until his eyes were 2 inches away from mine.

"Your boyfriend gave me the worst experience of my life," he hissed through his teeth. "You want to know what he did to me?"

"What?" I asked. Zayn never told me anything about his and Taylor's past besides about how they were the best of friends.

"Him and I were best friends, we were irrespirable. But then he went on that X Factor show, became big and forgot about me. It hurt me so bad Kendra, walking around my home town without him, you don't even understand. I left my home! I left everyone I knew!" He swallowed.

"I'm sorry.." I said slowly. I didn't know what else to say, I felt like he wanted to hurt me.

"I left my sister, my two brothers, my mother and my father in London, I miss them so much and you know what? I would do anything to anyone that would try and hurt them," his face fell cold.

Why was he telling me this? I didn't need to know about his family? "Oh," I breathed out.

"My brothers, Noel and Dominique, have gone through a lot, so has my sister Sylvie, but so have I," his words made me stop breathing.

"You're the brother?!" I gasped. When I was staying with the Blake's, they had another son but they never would talk about him. They said he had serious metal issues and he had moved away but the whole time they must of been talking about Taylor..

"Yeah. I'm Taylor Blake, seems like you were right about me all along but Zayn wasn't. He still thinks I'm innocent but you and I both know I'm not," he gave me a wink.

"Why'd you try and kill us?" I felt my chest tighten up.

"My brother was in love with you and well, you liked Zayn. I didn't try and kill you, only Zayn and his famous friends," he laughed.

Everything was starting to fall into place in a twisted way. Taylor was the one who did all of this. "Noel was obsessed with you, he sent me pictures of you to me and then the one day I saw you in the airport, I bumped into you on purpose so you would notice me then we hit it off. While we were on the plane, I saw on Zayn's twitter a picture of you and how he said he was looking for you and I knew I didn't want him to have you because you belonged to my brother. So I tried to keep him away from you but then he found you and now yous are together, but not for long," all this information was blowing my mind.

Before I knew it, I just started to scream as loud as I could. Taylor jumped back and ran out of the way as everyone clustered by me.

"Get him!" I yelled, pointing to Taylor as he ran out of the room. "He's the one who started the fire!" No one seemed to listen to me though, they just kept telling me everything was okay.

But nothing was okay.