Three's a Crowd

Rose and Zayn have been best friends since before they can remember. When Zayn's life is completely turned upside down and he becomes 1/5 of the world's biggest boyband, he and Rose reconnect. Upon reuniting with Zayn, Rose meets the rest of the band, and nothing could prepare her for what was to come.


16. Hospital

Zayn POV


What had I done? What the hell had I done?! I knew she was fragile, I knew she broke easily. So why, why, did I do that to her? After the ambulance had shown up and taken Rose to the hospital, me and the rest of the boys had followed closely behind. We weren't allowed to see her yet, so we all sat tensely in the waiting room, running off of coffee and nerves.


Finally, a middle-aged doctor with glasses and graying hair approached us. "Are you boys here for Rosemarie Dale?" he asked.


I jumped up. " she alive?" I could hardly get the words out.


The doctor nodded, and my heart lept. "But just barely," he said. "You can go see her, but she's not awake. We're going to keep her here for at least another day, and have her speak to the hospital psychologist." I nodded, understanding this was part of the procedure.


"Now, I have to ask," said the doctor, "has she ever had an episode like this before?"


"Yes," I said softly. I felt Harry's eyes on me as the doctor nodded. "Alright, thank you," he said, marking something down on a clipboard, "you can go see her now. She's in room 244."


We thanked the doctor, and went to Rose's room. There was a nurse postitioned outside, and she nodded when she saw us. "Be very quiet please, she needs all of the rest she can get." We all went into the room, and my heart dropped to the floor.


She looked like death. Her hair was stringy and matted, and her face was pale. She had bandages all the way up her arms, where she had cut herself. She looked so small against the large bed. She had IV's hooked up to her everywhere, tubes leading to I-don't-know-what.


I sat next to her in the chair by her bed, and grabbed her cold, pale hand.


"Rose," I croaked. "If you can hear me, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Again, the tears started, and I brushed them away. "You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. I was so stupid. I love you so much, I never wanted to hurt you like this." I choked on my last words, and I just sat there, holding her hand, not caring that the other boys were looking at me.


This really was my fault. Up until a few hours ago, I never imagined I could hurt Rose like this. I suddenly stood up. "Harry," I said shortly. "Can I talk to you in the hall?"


He nodded tersely, and we exited the room. He was pale, and obviously shaken up by all of this.


"Are you prepared to deal with this?" I asked him icily. He looked at me, confused. "Are you going to be there for her, everytime she has an episode, or are you just going to freeze like you did tonight? She needs someone who will be there for her Harry!"


His face flushed. "Oh, like you are there for her? Let's not forget the reason she's here!"


His words cut through me like a knife.


"I love her Zayn," he said angrily, "and you're not going to scare me off. I will be there for her when she needs me. And you know," he looked like he was struggling with what he was about to say, "she needs you too." I felt a pang in my heart at his words, and I looked away. "She needs her best friend, Zayn," he persisted, "she needs you to be there like you always have been. She loves you Zayn, I can see it in her eyes when she looks at you. Yeah, she might, but that doesn't mean she's going to forget about you, or treat you any differently, even if she's with me."


I felt more tears pool in the corners of my eyes, and I looked at him. "I love her so much," I whispered.


"I know," he said softly, and with that, he wrapped his arms around me. I cried like I had never cried before, the pain cutting through me was unbearable. Harry hugged me tightly. "I'll always be there for you mate," he said, "and so will she."

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