"Goodmorning babe." Zayn smiled, as he looked in to my eyes.
"Goodmorning." I smiled, as I looked back up at him.
"If you want, after you get ready, do you want to get breakfast?" He asked.
"I'd love that!" I smiled.
Zayn leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"Alright, I'm gonna go take a shower, or do you want to take on first?" He asked.
"You go ahead! I need to see what I can find to wear." I said.
"Alright." He smiled, getting up.
He got his towel off of a hanger in the closet and headed off to take a shower.
I layed in bed, looking up at the ceiling as I remembered last night. All I could say about the whole thing was wow.
'He was amaZAYN.' I thought, as I chuckled to myself.
After waiting a couple of minutes, Zayn came out of the shower.
"Harry pull your towel up! You kno- I mean Zayn! Sorry.." I said.
"Uh, it's okay.." Zayn said, giving me a weird, weak smile.
"Yeah, haha." I chuckled, awkwardly.
"So, about last night, you were- wow. Better than I remembered." He winked, changing the subject.
"ZAYN!" I laughed, as my jaw dropped jokingly.
"On a serious note though, I see you still got it in you." I winked, as I got up.
"Touche." He whispered.
I smacked his bum, playfully.
"Get dressed Zayn!" I laughed, as I went inside of the bathroom.
"Oh, I set out a towel on the sink!" He shouted.
"Okay!" I said.
I woke up. My body extremely ached. I was desperately trying to think about what happened for a moment, then I remembered that I was headed off to Zayn's on foot, to look for Chloe. I had got hit by a car.
"Ughh!" I groaned, as I tried to move.
I looked down at my body.
"Damn!" I said.
I had a cast on my right leg, a cast on my left hand (for, I am guessing my wrist), stitches on my stomach, and stitches on my face. I could feel them, they were tight and hurt.
A nurse suddenly walked in.
"Hello Mr.Styles." She said, with a smile on her face.
"Hello!" I said, trying to sound as happy as possible.
"So did you feel anything that happened yesterday?" She asked, being a bit hesitant.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"You died Mr.Styles. Your heart completely stopped beating for over twenty seconds. You're a lucky man." She said.
"What?" I asked.
"Why?" I finished.
"We don't know yet. We are working on it." She said.
"Do you know who hit you?" She asked.
"No." I sighed.
"Well, if you want to know, it was a young lady, Chloe. She came and visited yesterday. The person who called for help was a man named Zayn." She said.
I layed there in shock. Chloe was the one who crashed in to me, with my own car too.
"Thank you." I said, as she walked out.
Tears filled my eyes as I completely thought of one word, dissapointment. I was so dissapointed in her.
'I'm not going to forgive her.' I thought.
|Nina Dobrev||as Chloe Accola|