Zayn’s P.O.V.

I stared at her, then at the door.

“You’re the first person he’ll want to see,” I said holding the door open, expecting her to walk through it.

“I know. But in this condition,” she pointed to the bloody shirt, and the bruises Scott had left on her arms, “I don’t think so. I don’t want him to get mad, as soon as he wakes up.”

“He’ll get mad, if you’re not beside him when he wakes up,” I pointed out, tapping my foot impatiently, against the marble floor. “Oh c’mon Lexi, for once would you stop blaming yourself. No one blames you, it’s not your fault!” I exclaimed losing my patience.

“I love him,” she replied helplessly. It wasn’t a protest, it wasn’t an exclamation. Just a simple statement. That held a meaning behind it, but I was blind with fury to decipher it. How could she not be right there by his side if she loved him.

“Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?!” I asked sharply. For a moment her face looked vulnerable and soft, but like a flash it was gone, as if I had imagined it. “Get over your stubborn self Lex. He needs you okay?” I said calmly. But her cold expression and the stubborn set of jaw, showed that my words had fallen on deaf ears.

“You’ll be back?” it was meant to be a statement but came out as a question.

She shook my hand away from the grip I had on her arm, then took quick footsteps towards the elevator.

I never could have imagined how much I’d regret letting her leave.

I clenched my fists at my sides as the elevator doors dinged and she disappeared behind the closed doors.

I stomped in the room, but my heart stopped at the sight of Harry. Perrie must have noticed my anger when I walked in, because she intertwined our fingers, raising her eyebrows slightly. I shrugged it off, pecking my wonderful girlfr--fiancee’s lips lightly.

“Angel?” Harry’s voice pulled all the attention to him. My fine mood leapt to anger again, Perrie gasped at my side, just as I realized I was squeezing her fingers. Angel, my bloody foot!

“Where is Lexi?” Harry asked with desperation in his voice. He sat up and let out a gasp, “What the fuck?!” Louis rushed to his side.

“Your back… lay back down,” he ordered.

“I fucking asked where is Lexi?” he asked, his fists were clenched, “and don’t fucking tell me what to do!”

“Harry,” Liam said calmly.

“Wait--are we in a...hospital?” he asked taking in the white walls and marble floor. “What happened? Is Lexi okay? Tell me she’s okay,” he said swinging his legs across the bed, and flinched numerous times, but eventually stood up. He held his weight up by leaning against the bed.

“Would someone fucking tell me what’s going on here?!” he yelled making Louis by his side jump.

“You don’t remember?” he asked warily, never once in my life had I seen Louis like this.

“What? What I remember is my girlfriend and I went to get napkins, and now I’m standing here in a hospital room. And no one will fucking tell me where my god damn girlfriend is!” he yelled. Eleanor slowly walked towards him.

“Haz, calm down. Just sit down. Alright?” she asked softly. Harry opened his mouth to say something.

“Harry,” Gemma piped up from the other end of the room. He knew he had no chance of winning against his sister and the girl he called his sister, so he sat back.

“For Pete’s sake, would you tell me what’s going on, now?” he asked, trying desperately to maintain calm.

“You don’t remember anything about what happened after Zayn asked you to get napkins?” Liam asked. Harry nodded forced calm in the movement.

“Nothing at all?” Niall asked, his face was a mask of pleading, as if that way Harry would be able to remember anything.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ENGLISH!! I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT I DON’T FUCKING REMEMBER!! I FUCKING ASKED WHERE THE FUCK IS MY GIRLFRIEND!!”

“She left,” I muttered quietly, not wanting to be heard.

“What?” he asked his expression was full of confusion and concern for her.

“Because she doesn’t give a damn!” I yelled losing my patience. “She doesn't fucking care if you laid your life for her!”

“Zayn,” Perrie murmured quietly from beside me.

“It’s the truth,” I mumbled, “she said she had to go change because apparently Harry would get angry if he saw her in bloody clothes.”

“What blood?” Harry asked.

“Scott,” Niall said helpfully.

“What the fuck did that bastard do?” Harry asked limping towards the door.

“That,” I said pointing to his limping figure.

“What did he fucking do to her!!” Harry cried.

“Nothing, you got in the way,” Liam said calmly, “what are you talking about Zayn? Lexi was right here, five minutes ago.”

“Well that was five fucking minutes ago. She told me she’ll be back after a shower,” or will she?

“Lexi wouldn’t do that,” Louis spoke and in a moment he was walking out the door.

“So, Mr. Styles you don’t remember anything after Mr. Malik asked you to look for napkins…”

“Yes,” Harry replied with forced-calm.

“But you remember everything before that?”

“Yes,” he replied, his knuckles white.

“Nothing major. A short-term memory loss. I wouldn’t worry about it, it was an awful experience I wouldn’t want to relive it. It may come back eventually but don’t try to force yourself into remembering it. Except that you are discharged. Just stay on crutches for a few days.”

Before my eyes could make out. Harry was limp-sprinting towards the door.

“Harry!” I yelled sprinting behind him.

Louis’s P.O.V.

“What did he fucking do to her!!” Harry cried.

“Nothing, you got in the way,” Liam said calmly, “what are you talking about Zayn? Lexi was right here, five minutes ago.”

“Well that was five fucking minutes ago. She told me she’ll be back after a shower,”

“Lexi wouldn’t do that,” I was more that sure of that. Harry’s the first time I saw my sister in love. And in the nineteen years I’ve known Lexi, she’ll lay her pride, her life and her soul for the ones she loves.

I walked past the door. My footsteps padding against the floor. Something is wrong, really wrong. I revved the engine my foot pressed on the gas pedal as I drove towards our flat. Slowing down only at stop lights.

I took a deep breath before pushing the door open, “Lex,” I called out. But instead of the cheerful ‘Lou!’ all I got in response was stark silence.

“Lex,” I called out again, my feet leading me towards her bedroom. I stumbled backwards as a cold gust of wind hit me, and instead of the usual messiness I was met with a room clear of any speck of dirt.

She doesn’t give a damn.

“Angel!” Harry’s voice was audible from the hallways. I shut the bedroom door, and took a shaky breath.

“Louis, where is my girlfriend?” he asked standing in front of me. She couldn’t do it, she loves him, she won’t just leave him like this, she cares, she loves him, she loves him, she loves him, she loves him…

“She doesn’t give a damn,” my words betrayed my thoughts.

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