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.


19. Recovery

Rose POV


I awoke with my fingers intertwined with Zayn's, and I didn't pull away. He was sitting next to me, his eyes on the TV, unaware that I was awake. I didn't bother him. I wanted to be left to my thoughts. I was scared honestly, because I knew the doctor would be there to see me soon, and I wouldn't like what he had to say. Would they send me to a nuthouse? Make me go to therapy? Sit in a chair and talk about my feelings? Hell no.


I looked over at Harry, sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room. He looked so troubled, even in his sleep, and I hated to think that his anxiety was my fault. But it was, wasn't it? I wondered if he'd be able to handle this; me and all of my baggage. I knew Zayn could... But it wasn't Zayn I was in love with. It was Harry. Always Harry.


I thought about our day at the carnival. Was that really only yesterday? It was so wonderful. I had the most fun I had ever had in my life, and the kiss at the end was magical. Everything I ever wanted. It was just like the love stories you read and never picture coming true. Harry was my prince, my knight in shining armour. He was perfect.


I still hurt over the fact that Zayn loved me. I'd always known he loved me in some way, I loved him too, but I was leaning towards a brother-sister relationship. The fact that he wanted more shocked me, because he had always felt like a member of my non-existant family.


My thoughts were suddenly interuppted by a knock on the door. Harry started in his chair, and Zayn looked up. A middle aged woman with her curly hair in a tight ponytail walked in. She had a clipboard and pen in her hand, and a fake ass smile was plastered on her face.


"Well, I see our patient had woken up!" she chirped. I had to fight to keep the grimace off of my face.


"Yup," I said with my teeth gritted. Zayn squeezed my hand slightly, and I tried to release some of my tention.


"Well Rose, my name is Martha. I'm a Recovery and Rehabilitation specialist. I'm guessing you know why I'm here?"


"To make me...better?" I smirked sarcastically. She looked taken aback my my attitude, and she smoothened her already flat hairline with her hand.


"Well, Rose," she said uncomfortably, "Yes, if you want to put it that way. I want to make you better. Now, I'm going to start by suggesting some group therapy with Dr. Stamos. We find that it's easier to open up to people who are in a relatively similar situation-"




Martha looked at me, startled. "Well, dear, we don't need this happening again, do we?"


"It won't happen again," I snapped. Zayn squeezed my hand again, and I gave him a small smile. "I have my friends."


"Well, ah, that's very nice dear," Martha tried again, "but the fact of the matter is, you're sick, Rose. You need professional help."


"I promise you," I said, looking up at the two boys that meant the world to me at that moment, "they'll provide me with the love and support I need."


"It is...against our methods to... force treatment," Martha mumbled into her clipboard, rising. "Well then, keep in touch with the specialists here, they'll be checking in periodically with you as well." She rose awkwardly, leaving with one last withering look towards me.


She probably thought I was delusional, in denial, or just plain stupid. I didn't care. I had what I wanted with me right now. Zayn and Harry, at my side. I loved them both so much it hurt. And right then, I just wanted to go home.

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