You're My Light

When Zayn stumbles upon a girl who has many secrets and cuts herself he decides to take her in. She doesn't trust him at first and is quick to try to escape. But he keeps her firmly trying to protect from herself. As she realizes she can overcome the hurt, the two fall for each other. Then a horrible event occurs, but the boys don't see it as too tragic. Will her secrets all be revealed? Only Zayn can bring the light back to her darkness and vanquish the evils that haunt her.


28. Hope?

Charlotte POV

                  As soon as I spoke out loud about self-harming Zayn and Belle looked at each other again. I didn't like it when they did that. Zayn stepped out into the hall with the doctor to talk in private. I looked at Belle expectantly. "You've been through a lot and obviously the evidence is clear," Belle says to me.

                  "I know that look! What are you hiding?" I ask her.

                  "Listen. You ran away from home for reasons that can't be explained right now. I haven't seen you in a while, but you've been with Zayn and the boys the whole time. Your questions should go to him," She tells me.

                  "Fine," I let out a sigh. I wait for Zayn to come back in and begin asking questions. He answers my questions VERY vaguely. I get almost no answers except that I was depressed so that was why I self-harmed. When he starts asking questions I feel annoyed because of his vague answers so I answer with just as much detail as he did. He catches on fast what I'm doing and smiles sneakily. 

                 When everyone comes back in we all relax by watching the tellie for a while. Harry and Liam offer to get food and Niall requests Nandos. Something happens and everyone stares at me, beginning to talk. All that happened was I felt the memory bundle in the back of my brain loosen a little bit but then re-tighten. Belle explained my theory by saying it was my memory trying to resurface. Zayn said it was good but something in his eyes said he didn't want it to happen - didn't want my memory back.

                 The two boys run out to get Nandos for the rest of us and Zayn and Belle try to be sneaky and step out into the hall. I'm left facing the three people in front of me. "So you guys are really my friends?" I question them. They all nod. "Then why is Zayn the most protective or whatever?" I ask.

                "Zayn was the one who found you when you ran away. He helped you in many ways," Eleanor answers.

                "Why are you all walking on eggshells around me? It's getting old!" I exclaim. Each of them refuse to meet my eyes. I turn my attention down to my arm and stare at it for a while, tracing the scars. Belle comes back in and say that we are good to go. Everyone clears out except for her in case I need help changing. 

                 I change into the clothes that were provided to me and slide the leg brace back on. As I bend over a sharp pain pierces my side and I suck in a breath. Belle is on the other side of the room so i sit back up and calm my breathing. I brush out my curly brown hair and I part it the way I want it. 

                 We start to leave the room and Zayn is the only one there. The three of us make our way to an elevator and climb in. On our way down I slip a little and Zayn catches me. Instantly I back away from his touch because a hot tingle runs up my arm. "Just don't touch me," I snap.

                "I'm sorry, luv. Just trying to help," He apologizes.

                I re-adjust myself so when the elevator door opens we can exit. Belle tries to put her hands on me, but I flinch away from her touch too. Zayn leads the way out and I can't see his expression even though I know he's hurt. I don't say anything as we leave the hospital and climb into a black van. Zayn sits with Harry in the front while Belle sits in the back with me. 

                I look out the window as we drive and then in a couple of minutes we end in front of huge flat. "This is your flat?" I exclaim, but that I remember that he one of the five members of an international boy band. "Just ignore stupid me," I laugh, climbing out of the car. As soon as I stand up on the walk I stop laughing because a rush of something warm washes over me.

                "Charlotte what's wrong?" Another flash of warmth is directed at my arm. My head snaps in that direction to see Harry touching my arm.

               "Get off of me!" I panic trying to step away but I end up falling on the grass. 

               A pain hits my side and I gasp to get my breath back. "Are you okay?" A chorus of people ask. They all come rushing towards me. 

               "Please, just don't touch me," I say as they come rushing towards me. Zayn bites his lip and tries to decide how bad I am. I take a deep breath and prevent the instinct to flinch at the pain. "I'm fine," I plaster a smile on my face while sending Belle the death glare with my eyes.

               Zayn looks at Belle and she shakes her head. In a swift movement I'm in Zayn's arms and I feel my body tingling all over with warmth and heat. I begin to scream while I latch on to Zayn's arm as he rushes inside and places me delicately on the couch. "I told you not to touch me!" I yell.

               "You'll get over it," He brushes me off, placing my crutches on the other side of the room. "Now," he pauses, "how bad is your side?" He asks.

               "It is fine. Belle doesn't know what she's talking about," I growl.

               "We both know she didn't actually say anything. So either show me how bad it looks or I'll touch your arm," He threatens. I push myself up into a sitting position.

               "When are you going to get this? I don't know you! I don't trust you because whether memory me did or not, trust isn't given. It's earned. So stop talking like you are the shit!" I scream. He looks away from me and sits down on the ground, putting his head in his hands. "I'm sorry," I sigh. "But you don't understand what I'm going through," 

               "And you don't understand what I'm going through," He replies quietly. 

               "The reason why I can't have any of you touch me - it makes a rush of heat and warmth run through my body like a chill but warm. Especially you. Your touch is like a flame. Harry's is like a lukewarm hot chocolate." I say.

               "If...if I don't touch you, can I try something?" He requests, looking at me. His gaze causes me to feel an edge of warmth, but this warmth feels comforting. I nod, trying to think of something to say. "Okay. I'll be right back," He says. He comes back in two minutes later with a comforter. "Wrap yourself in this," He tells me. I put it under me and wrap it around my body. 

               Zayn steps over to me and picks me up in his arms. I close my eyes, prepared for the heat but it feels very dull beneath me. I clench his arm again and my hand feels like it's burning. I let go instantly. "Put me down please," I close my eyes trying not to freak out. 

               "You're in there," Zayn whispers.

               "What are you talking about?" I question.

               "When you had your memory and I would carry you, you would always grab onto my arm or shoulder like you just did. You had a moment earlier too. You will be coming back soon,"


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