Abusive Love

"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.

HARRY'S POV:

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. 

'I'm not.'