Chapter 48

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Harry's POV

Cold,Cold is what I felt when I woke up.I woke up on a cold concrete floor,in a jail sail.

"Styles!..."

"Wake up,go home and stay out of trouble kid"an officer said while opening the gate.

"What the fuck happened?"I say as I get up from the floor.

" I don't know kid,Ask your friend that bailed you out"He said taking the handcuffs off .
What?...what friend?...

"They are in the main entrance,get your things from the first desk."he gives instructions.

I get out the sail and walked to the main entrance.I felt dizzy,with a hangover,and dirty..what the fuck happened?

"Harry..."I hear a female voice.I look up and see Elizabeth standing next to Niall.

"Liz.."I say as I ran with relive towards her.

"Don't you fucken dare ."she says making me stop half way.

"Why am I here?"I follow them as they walk away

"You should go ask your mom and dad"Niall says.

"What?No!...let me know now!"I say grabbing Niall from the shirt.

"Calm down!...this is the same reason why they want to send you to rehab "Niall says pushing me off .

"What do you mean?...what the fuck is going on?"I ask.

"You fucken passed out on a bar and when you woke up you destroyed everything,you broke chairs ,socked a waiter,broke bottles on some lady that was trying to help you.Your record is pretty fucked up now."Niall says getting to his car.

"How come I can't remember?.."I say placing my hair behind.

"Because you were on drugs,plus you were drunk"he says turning the car on.

I got in and sat behind the passenger seat,behind Liz.She didn't say anything to me the whole way back to my dad's house.They left and I got in my house taking off all my clothes and getting in the shower with warm water.

Elizabeth's POV

"I fucken hate him!"I hit the table.

"I know,I understand you but he was drunk and on drugs...you have to understand "Niall says as he closed the door behind him.

"You are defending him because he didn't hit you Niall!"I looked at him as he sits next to me.

"But I'm okay guys..."Zayn said walking down the stairs.

"What are you doing up?you have to be resting "I say caching up to him.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and tries walking towards the table.

"He really did get you bad "Niall says.

"I'll get better."Zayn says sitting in a chair .

I look up to Zayn and he looks really bad.His face was full of bruise same with his arms and chest.He seemed okay with it though,which seemed pretty weird of him,He is usually talking shit .

"Did he tell you anything when you guys bailed him out "Zayn asked.

"It seems like he didn't remember "I say.

"Since we noticed he didn't remember,we didn't mention you"

"Wow...he must've bee really fucked up"Zayn says.Out of the no where he started to moan in pain grabbing his chest.

"Shit!"he says in pain

"Call the ambulance"he grabs his chest tighter.

"Shit.What's are you feeling?"I ask.

"I'll call them"Niall runs to the living room.

"I-I don't know..it burns and it hurts"he said.He starts sweating and getting red.

"They are on there way "Niall runs to us and grabs Zayn carefully ,taking him to the couch and laying him down.

"What are you doing?"I ask worried

"The paramedics said to lay him down,it could be a heart attack at a really young age"he said.

Zayn started to breath very loud and heavily.

"Oh my god,Zayn you'll be okay.I promise!"I said getting on my knees to the limit that he is on the couch.I grabbed his face and cleaned the the sweat off with my hands.

"Please don't let me go by my self "he says.I nod and hug him.

"They're here"Niall says and opens the door letting the paramedics enter the house with a case in there hand.

"Move out the way "one of the paramedics said.I stepped back and ran upstairs to get my wallet and a jacket.I left Niall downstairs.

Seconds later...

I ran downstairs and found Niall on the phone.he mentioned James in some of his sentence and hung up.

"They left?"I ask.

"Yeah...James is on his way to see what's up with Zayn"he says

"Do you know what happened to Zayn,did the paramedics tell you anything?"I ask.

"They found a stash of some kind of pills in his pocket...I'm guessing he tried overdosing "he said digging his face into his hands.I started to worry and get scared

"Overdosing?"I say under my breath .

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