Devoted To Sex

Harry
I rub my hands together as I sit in the waiting room of the hospital, sighing and hanging my head. I was exhausted mentally and physically. It's now going on 3 am and she was supposed to be let out of the hospital by now. The nurses had told me that it was only minor injuries but it was taking hours and hours. I can't believe this has happened to her. My poor poor sweet Zoe. I shouldn't have said what I said about her. She wouldn't have gotten mad at me and stolen my car. She wouldn't be in the hospital right now if it weren't for me.
The police were trying to have her arrested for stealing my car and disobeying their instructions to stop but I made it known that I would be paying for her to get out. She still had to spend a night in jail before she had her hearing the next day but right now she couldn't go anywhere and no one was telling me why which got on my nerves and her father had shown up but left when he saw that I was here to take care of her. He is such a little cunt.
Nurses and doctors have been coming in and out of her room the whole day but when I ask they tell tell me a damn thing. Everyone that I had asked told me everything was okay with her but I didn't believe. I hope to god that she was okay. I felt like this whole thing was my fault and I had to make it right or else I wouldn't be able to sleep. I was texting Claire until she fell back asleep around 2ish. I told her what was going on and she tried her best to make me feel better but I knew she really could care less.
"Haz..." I hear a familar irsh accent and my head snaps up to see Niall and Louis walking over to me with coffee in their hands and a small smile on their faces. I was texting them a few hours ago and I had thought they fallen asleep but obviously not. I force a smile on my face as Louis sits on the right side of me and Niall sits on the left, handing me coffee. I take it and take a sip of the hot beverage.
"How are you feeling?" Louis asks and puts a hand on my back, looking at me as I shake my head. I wasn't going to lie and tell him I was okay.
"I'm fine Lou. I just feel like all of this is my fucking fault. I feel so horrible and no one is telling me anything on how she is doing. I am sitting in the dark righ now." I tell him and I see a frown come on his face. Niall looks at me and sigh deeply, sipping at his large cup of coffee as well as I. "You two didn't have to come here. I am fine." I tell them and Lou shakes his head.
"No, it's no problem. Harry, you can't just be here by yourself all night. You know that we have no problem with coming here ans sitting with you." Niall tells me and I nod, smiling slightly. I do have the besst band mates and friends in the whole world. They are like my brothers and I love how we are here for each other. I love how they are here with me in my time of needs.
*Two Hours Later*
I was starting to fall asleep, the other lads had came maybe an hour after Niall and Louis had gotten here. I was trying to tell them that they didn't need to stay here with me because I hadn't known anything and I didn't know how long it was going to take but they insisted that they stay with me. Liam hits my chest when a doctor comes over and I sit up straight looking at him before I stand up to talk with him.
"Mister Styles. Hello, I am doctor Tyler. I was taking care of Zoe Taylor." He tells me and I nod, biting at my bottom lip nervously. Finally I would get to know what was taking them so long to do in there. My nerves were wrecked and I wasn't sure what it possibly could be but I hoped it wasn't anything bad. "When the police got her she had hit her head against the steering wheel pretty hard. The glass from the window shield got in her face and all along her left arm." He informs me and sighs softly. "She is alright and we removed all the glass gave her some stitches. If you'd like to you are allowed to see her. She's up." He tells me and I nod, grabbing my cup of coffee and drinking what was left. I already knew that once I walk in that hospital room she would be upset.
The lads and I grab all our things and go down to Zoe's room, getting some looks from the few nurses and visitors of their sick loved ones but we don't pay any mind. I go into the room Zoey was in and I instantly lock eyes with her. She looked as though she was in pain which I am sure she was. I could only imagine how much pain she was in. Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn fill in the room in that order and stuff their hands in their pockets. Even with them in the room Zoe continued to stare at me. It was getting awkward now so I decided to break the awful silence.
"Zoe... I um. How are you feeling?" I ask stopping myself from apologizing to her. I know that she wasn't a big fan on people apologizing to her.
"I don't know Harry. My best friend in the whole world called me a slut after he had sex with me and my face hurts like hell. My arm hurt and my feels hurt." She says to me her eyes still glued to my face. I couldn't help but feel extremely bad for her. It was my fault she was in here and she looked bad all the stitches on her face and up and down her arm. "How the fuck do you think I am feeling? Huh? I feel like complete crap. If you think that of me then why would you sleep with me if I'm such a slut and why would you act so kind if I weren't a slut? Why would you lie to my fucking face?" She asks and I shake my head. I had nothing to say to that. I was ashamed of myself for even letting this happen. I was ashamed that I slept with Zoey. I was ashamed that I had to call Claire in the middle of the night and bother her to tell her I cheated. I deserve no sympathy because I screwed everything up.
"I'm sorry Zoey. I know you hate when people apologize but I am really sorry. I can't say anything else besides that. I don't know what else to tell you." I say honestly and Liam shakes his head.
"You don't know what else to say? Oh my god Harry. Wow. Great. I don't accept your fake apology. Shove it up your ass you twat." She says and looks away from me at the rest of the lads. She looks so pissed off. More pissed off than that time I told one of our student teachers in high school that she had a raging crush on him and she was pretty pissed off. "Sorry guys but your band mate is a douche bag." She tells them and they all shake their head, looking at me. Liam walks with me out into the hallway and puts a hand on my shoulder. Here we go. One of Liam's speeches. Kill me now.
"You've had sex with her and then you called her a slut?" He asks me and shakes his head, scratching the back of his head. "Have you told Claire about it? You know she's going to be so heart broken." He tells me when I don't give him a answer to his other question. I didn't feel like being beaten up by Liam right now. I already felt horrible for what I had done to Claire and for calling Zoe a slut. I know that her would just make it worst for me.
Zoe
"Hey, you alright?" Zayn asks being the first one to speak since Harry left the room with Liam. If one more person asks me if I am alright. I swear I am going to break something. I'm laid up in a hospital bed, stitches all over my face. I can't even feel my face it's so fucking numb and my best friend is being a dick. No I'm not okay. I don't even answer the brown eyes boy. I just look at the news which was playing on the tv.
I let out a slow breath and look at the remaining three boys standing around my room. I felt a bit awkward with them standing there and really I had no idea what they were doing here. I had no idea of anything but I knew that I wanted to get the fuck out of this hospital. I absolutely hated hospitals. They scare the shit out of me being in the same building where people come to die and come to bring a life into this fucked up world. The last time I was in a hospital was when my mother died and that's not a very good thing...not at all.
"You know you guys can leave...I don't even know why you guys are here in the first place." I say and clear my throat sitting up a little bit as I watch them grab a chair from in the corner to sit down in. Niall goes out in the waiting room and gets a chair to sit in as well as Zayn.
"We want to make sure that you're okay. We can't just leave you in the hospital by yourself." Zayn tells me and I roll my eyes. I guess they didn't want to leave but I didn't know why they wanted to stay and see me all broken and stitched up in a hospital doing nothing. It wasn't entertaining. I reach over to the small table to get my grape juice that the nurses had brought for me not too long ago only to have Liam rush over and get it for me.
"Here doll. I'm sorry. I don't know why these jack asses didn't get that for you." He rolls his eyes and I smile a little, shaking my head.
"Oh it's okay. They are watching the news and I don't really want them here anyway." I say honestly and Liam raises a brow. "I'm not a fan of people." I let him know, taking the carton from him, my cold hand touching over his warm soft one. I smile wearily and blush, pulling my hand away from his quickly. Liam chuckled a little and shook his head glancing over at Harry who was looking at the both of us. Liam bites at his lip and then clears his throat before he walks away to chat with the other lads. I'll admit that it is actually quite nice having company, though they weren't talking to me it felt great having others around me.
Harry smiles at me and I roll my eyes slightly. Even though I was so angry with him right now I had to try and act nice to him considering I had no where to go. Thanks dad.
"Harry. Come here." I say softly and motion for Harry to sit on the foot of the hospital bed. He walks over to me but stands next to my bed side rather than sitting. "Can you ask them to leave? I want to talk to you privately." I say to him and he nods looking at the boys sitting in the chairs.
"Hey, guys. Beat it. We have to talk." Harry tells them and they look back at us before they groan and get up. I see that they look tired and I instantly felt bad. They didn't have to stay here with Harry to make sure that I was okay. They really looked terrible.
"Guys, go home. Okay? You look exhausted and I know your schedules are busy. You need rest." I tell them smiling just a little bit.
"You sure? We can just sit in the waitin' room and just chill there." Zayn says and I shake my head waving them off. They smile and look at Harry almost as if they needed his permission to leave. Harry nods and they smile brightly before each of them come over and give me a hug.
"Feel better, okay?" Liam says being the last to give me a hug and I nod, hugging him a little bit longer than I did the rest of the boys causing Harry to give me another look. Once the four of them leave, I look up at Harry and exhale deeply shaking my head. Today was on hell of a day. I couldn't even keep up with myself.
"What is it you need to talk about?" Harry says after a few seconds of the silence dragging on. I turn off the tv so we both would have each other's undivided attention.
"My step dad kicked me out because of my smoking habits." I start and stare blankly at the white hospital sheets, playing with my fingers. "I have no where to go and I don't know how I am paying for this room. They put me in the most expensive room and I can't pay for it." I say softly biting my lip.
"I asked them to move you here." Harry says and shrugs. "I'm paying for it and you need not to worry about that I am more than sure my mum would like to take you in for a while. Until you get on your feet you know. Gems always wanted a roomie." I smile slightly and look up at him. I can't believe he's paying for my room but I'm sure it's only because he feels bad.
"Why are you paying for the room?" I ask him taking a sip of my grape juice and setting it back on the small table. "Is it because you feel sorry about everything? You think that I am just going to forgive you because you paid for my room?" I ask him multiple questions and he shakes his head.
"No. I love you that's why."

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