The coaches daughter

*Chapter Ten*

Okay read till the end of this chapter because your mind will be blown;)

My heart beat erratically.

"H-hey" I smiled nervously.

"The the hell happened to her?!" He yelled at Zayn.

"Just calm down" Zayn said holding up a hand.

"No what happened to her?!" He yelled again.

"Excuse me who are you?" My dad said stepping in. Oh dad.

"Not much different from your daughter I see." He said.

"Excuse me?" My dad said.

"Mr you really can't be in here" the nurse said about to escort him out.

"No it's fine" I told her and she gave a suspicious look before exiting the room.

"Hall now" Harry growled at Zayn.

"Fine" Zayn rolled his eyes.

"I'll be right back" he told me squeezing my hand.

I smiled nervously.

The room was silent for a moment before my dad spoke.

"Lyla did you call Ryder?" My dad asked "He's been asking for you all day"

"Un huh" he smiled.

"R-Ryder? What time is it?!" I asked sitting up.

"Honey relax its 5:00" my dad said
Pushing me back down.

Suddenly there was much commotion out said. Oh my god.

I watched in horror as Harry was throwing repeated punched at Zayn on the ground.

I sat up pulling all the tubes off my arm. I stood up and felt a little dizzy. I blinked a few times ignoring my dad and Lyla.

I walked out side to thee scene just in time to see Zayn hit Harry in the nose. Hard.

"What the hell man?!" Zayn yelled.

Nurses and doctors were rushing over.

Zayn grabbed his side and fell to the ground.

Harry was clutching his bleeding nose.

I knelt down next to Zayn. "Zayn are you okay?" I asked as a nurse helped him up.

"Okay let's get them examined" a doctor announced.

Zayn looked up at me with big brown eyes and I felt bad for him.

What the hell was wrong with Harry.

I turned around to see Lyla...video taping??? SHIT.

I snatched the phone out of her hand.... Oh hell no. My phone.

She smiled and placed her hand on her hip.

"I found this in your room" she said sweetly and I wanted to punch her teeth in. I stopped the video and deleted it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I spat.

"Charlie?" My dad said surprised as he entered the room from the hall.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked.

"Here I brought you these" Joyce said holding up a tote bag.

"Thanks" I murmured snatching it from her hands and slamming the bathroom door.

I pulled on black yoga pants and the white t shirt. I slipped on the pink and black Jordan's and exited the bathroom walking past all of them.

"Where are you going? Charlie slow down" my dad called.