The Initials on My Wrist - 1D Fanfiction

Leah has always wanted to meet one direction. She has a bedroom covered in posters, a billion t-shirts and lets not mention how many concert tickets she has pinned to her wall, because there are more than enough. When her Mom becomes their manager, Leah, being 19, would much rather take her Mom's offer and come on tour with them instead of staying home alone for six months and tags along. The only problem is that it is the middle of summer, and she wont expose her wrists. That counts as sweater's, long sleeve shirts and warm jackets, only to hide two letters, the initials of the person who she secretly loves, and always has. What happens when that same person, doesn't love her back?

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9. Chapter Nine

Leah's POV

'I want Harry," I croak, hoping that he will come. I don't care how sick I am, I have to fix everything with Harry. Zayn feels my forehead. "You are so warm Leah, I'll get you a cold cloth to put on your forehead." He says. "Zayn, I want Harry." I repeat just as Zayn gets up. "No you don't. Just calm down, you need to rest." He tells me. "No! Zayn, get me Harry!" I order. "Why?! So he can dump you again? Hurt you all he wants and you won't do a thing about it?" He shouts, scaring me and making my headache pound even more. "Zayn," I wimper, "No! I'm not bringing Harry in here. You just don't realize that he doesn't care about you like I do!" He screams turning to the side and ripping a Harry Styles poster off of the wall. I turn my head to throw up, and I do.

Zayn's POV

I can't believe I just yelled at her like that. I wasn't even thinking. I never would have told her that I like her, I was just angry. Not with her, with Harry. I come back into her room to find her throwing up, once again. I put the cold cloth on her forehead. "I'm so sorry." I whisper in her ear. She nods. "I'm going to get Harry, see if he wants to come and see you." I let her know. "But Zayn," She says, helpless. "what if he hurts me like you said?" "He won't. I am going to make sure of it." I tell her. I run out of her room to find Harry sitting on the couch, crying. "Seriously Harry? Grow up."  I tell him. "No! What if she isn't okay?" He cries. "Go see her. She wants to see you." I say, patting him on the back. "What about what I did? Did she really ask for me?" He wonders. "Yes, she did. She did because she loves you." I admit to him, sad inside. "She loves me." He repeats.

Harry's POV

I can't believe Leah really asked for me. When Zayn tells me, I rush in, to see her moaning on the floor. "Oh my god Leah! Are you alright?" She shakes her head to say No, and then throws up. I notice she doesn't throw up much each time, nothing comes at once. I feel her forehead, she is sweating. "We need to get you cooled down." I state. I have no idea how, after all she does have a cold cloth on her forehead and is laying on freezing cold tile floor, plus she is wearing shorts. Then it hits me. "Your hoodie." I say. She looks up at me and I realize she can barely talk. "What?" she wimpers. "We have to get that hoodie off of you, Leah, it is too hot for you in that. "No!" She cries. "Leah, you HAVE to. You don't have a choice anymore. I can't let anything happen to you, so I am going to get that hoodie off of you if I have to get the scissors and chop it off myself." I say, serious. "Harry," She whines. "I'm sorry, but you have to take it off."

Leah's POV

Harry informs me that I have to take my sweater off, And no matter what he says I'm not going to. I look at the floor, getting dizzier every second, and hotter every second. Right as Harry is reaching down to help me up, Zayn walks in. "What are you doing Harry? Leave her! She can't stand up,she is too dizzy!" Zayn tells Harry. Harry sets me back down and I reach over to throw up, but I just gag. Nothing comes up but some liquid. "She is out of stuff to throw up." Harry states. "We have to get that hoodie off of her. It would be a lot better for her fever." Harry tells Zayn, and I can see in Zayn's eyes he knows Harry is right. "Harry, can you leave the room please?" Zayn says to him, pushing him out.

"Leah. I know it is hard, but you have to take that sweater off! No one will look at what is on your wrist, I promise." Zayn informs me. I shake my head and start to cry. The cold cloth falls to the floor, and Zayn picks it up, runs it in some more cold water, and puts it back onto my forehead. "Zayn, please, I'm fine." I lie. "No, you aren't. We have to get that fever down, and we need to get some food in you." He tells me. "Leah. It will be alright. I will help you get it off and whatever is on your wrist, I won't see it and even if I do, I swear I won't say a thing." He assures me. I nod slowly. I am terrified, terrified, terrified, of someone, even Zayn seeing the initials on my wrist. I just redrew it last night and if he sees it, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I really wouldn't.

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