Can't You See it Isn't Your Fault? (Sequel to Can't You See it Doesn't Matter to Me?) *COMPLETE*

Sequel to Can't You See it Doesn't Matter to Me!! So read that one first!!

"You're so stupid! How could you let him do that? Now he doesn't remember anything! It's all your fault and now, you lost him forever!" I think this to myself everyday, numerous times. Niall always tries to talk to me and get me to get out of bed, but I won't. How could I? Everything is my fault.

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2. Chapter Two

Sam's P.O.V.

    Zayn was so sweet. I told him we didn't have to do anything special for our date but he insisted. At the restaurant, we decided to share a large plate of spaghetti. To be honest, I secretly think Zayn wants to try and do the Disney spaghetti kiss. Our food finally came after a few minutes after ordering. "Tell me why you wanted to split spaghetti again?" I asked. "No reason. It just sounded good." he replied. Although I could tell there was more to it. We picked up our forks and started eating. Zayn was watching which noodles I got extra closely. I was right. He is trying to 'accidently' get one of my noodles. He grabbed it with his fork and the same time. Then, we kept eating it until our lips met. I giggled after. "You're so cheesy." I said. He smiled and kissed my nose. "You love it though." he said. I shrugged. "Maybe." I said. He shook his head and we continued talking and eating.

    We went home soon after we finished. He pulled into the driveway and we got out of the car. He grabbed my hand in his and we walked to the door. "Thank you. It was fun." I said. "You're welcome. I had fun too." he said and smiled. I hugged him and then we went inside. "Well look who decided to finally show up." Harry said as we came in the kitchen. "Hi to you too, Harry." I said. He smiled. "Hey, babe? I'm going to run to the grocery store and get us some stuff, okay? I'll be back soon." Zayn said to me and kissed my cheek. "Okay. Love you." I replied. "Love you too!" he yelled as he disappeared through the door. I went to find my brother, Ben, and found him watching TV. "Hey, mind if I join?" I asked. "Sure." he said and patted the spot next to him. We watched TV for about an hour when my phone rang. "Hello?" I asked, not recognizing the number. "Hi, is this Samantha Pearson?" (A/N: Sorry if that's not her last name! I can't remember if I had a last name for her in the first one!) "Yes, who is this?" I asked. "This is Brandy Smith. I am a police officer. You know Zayn Malik, correct?" she asked. I sat up. What is going on? "Yes, is there a problem?" I asked. "Well, we have sort of a situation." she replied. "And that is?" I said. "Zayn is accused of stealing some things. Do you mind coming down to the grocery store here and talking with Zayn, the manager, and I?" she asked. "Um, sure. But Zayn wouldn't steal anything. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding." I said. "Okay, I'm sure it is. Just come down here and talk to us." she said. "Okay. I'll be there soon." I said and hung up. I explained everything to Harry and left. Why would they think Zayn did anything?

    A little bit later, everything was settled at the grocery store. A boy was mistaken to be Zayn on the camera. Zayn just happened to be near the kid without knowing he was doing anything. We walked out of the grocery store, and we just about to cross the street, when Zayn yelled for me to stop and get out of the way. I was confused and looked to see a car flying towards me. I froze, not knowing what to do. Next thing I know, I'm thrown across the road into a patch of grass. I heard the screeching of car brakes and turned to see Zayn lying motionless in the road.

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