Stormy Nights - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel To Missing You)

When Leah is eight months pregnant, Harry is finally able to get a plane ticket to go see his blind best friend. Leah allows him to go, but what happens when the weather holds Harry up, and he is stuck at Louis' home? What will Leah do when she goes into labour? How will Harry get to her? Where will Leah go, if she can't drive herself to the hospital? What happens when Zayn has a double? Who will end up with who, and who will end up where?

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8. Chapter Eight

Leah's POV

I immediately regret allowing Zayn to kiss me, but do not push away the feeling that I want him to do it again. I don't understand what got into him.... changing the way he did. He still scares me. I do not trust him after what he did. I don't.

I think I don't.

"I missed you," He whispers in my ear, but I move away. "You caused Louis to go blind," I say, quietly, yet he does not hear me. "What?" He asks. "You," I begin, "caused Louis to go blind, when you beat him up," I stutter. Zayn's eyes widen. "Harry just went to go visit him in Doncaster." I tell him. Then, Zayn stands up, and walks onto the bed. Something was happening that I never thought I would see again.

Zayn was crying.

"Zayn," I coo, rubbing his back, "It's okay now, I mean, he can read, and write and walk around, and do everything he could before," I explain, but Zayn just cries harder. "Everything alright up there?" I hear a familiar voice call. "Niall and Liam came," Zayn sniffles. I nod. "We're alright," I call back. "I'ts still my fault," He whispers. "I was mad, depressed, on drugs," He explains, still getting tears on the bed. And the he stands up and begins to yell. He hits the wall. "And I let my own, stupid feelings ruin my own friends life. I hate myself," He yells out of anger, and hurt, and then he collapses on the ground, sobbing. "Drugs?" I question, concerned. I still do care about him, after he what he did. He means a lot to me. And inside,

I still wish he was mine.

"Drugs. The doctor put me on depression meds, but I took too much and-" He says, not able to finish over the sound of his own crying. He then tears his coat sleeve and has me look at his wrist.

Cut.

After Cut.

After cut.

After cut.

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