Broken Pieces

Rose and Harry used to be inseparable. As Rose's older brother, he always looked out for her and they did everything together - not a secret kept from either of them. But when Harry became famous, he practically forgot about Rose. She didn't even receive a text or call from him on her birthday. What happens when the boys take a break from the tour and all stay in the ginormous house that Rose owns and used to share with Harry? What happened to Rose while Harry was gone? Will things go back to the way they were? Or are there too many broken pieces to put the puzzle back together?


10. Almost Drowned


Rose POV

I watch them play for a while and notice Zayn only stays in the shallow end. After about an hour they all get out and sit in the chairs. "Got something against deep water?" I ask Zayn once they're sitting. 

"I can't swim," He admits, scratching the back of his head. 

"Oh," I reply. He nods and stands up. 

The rest of the boys climb out of their chairs and go to get beers from the fridge in the kitchen. Zayn starts walking towards the doors when he slips, hits his head on the edge of the pool, and falls in the deep end. "Harry!" I scream, standing up and debating it for a moment. I have to save Zayn.

I jump into the deep end, diving to the bottom where Zayn is sinking. His body is limp as I grab him around the waist and swim back up to the surface. I hold his arm as I climb out and then drag him out of the pool onto the tile, vaguely aware that my concealer is coming off.

I listen to Zayn's heart beat and it's weak. He's not breathing. "Fuck," I mutter, beginning CPR.

"What the hell happened?" Niall's voice comes from the doorway. I pinch Zayn's nose and lean down, breathing air down his throat. I repeat the process for a couple of times before Zayn starts coughing and his eyes flutter open. 

I smile down at him, feeling accomplished, and smiling for the first time in as long as I remember. Now that's he's breathing I'm aware that his forehead is bleeding. And it isn't just a normal cut, it's beginning to really shed blood. 

"Liam call an ambulance Zayn is going to need stitches," I command, bolting out of the room and hoping that they didn't notice that my entire body is black and blue. I run upstairs and change into my sweats and a jumper, and apply fresh concealer to my face.

After that I head downstairs in time to see the ambulance coming. "Family only," The paramedic says.

Zayn's face looks slightly scared although he's trying to hide it. "I'm his girlfriend," I lie quickly. The paramedic stares at me for a moment and then offers his hand to help me inside the van. I sit on the side and take Zayn's hand in mine as the paramedics temporarily bandage his forehead. 

"Liar," He whispers.

"Shh," I squeeze his hand and the medic puts an oxygen mask over his face. 

When we get to the hospital I promise Zayn that we'll wait and he gets rushed off to get the stitches and checked for other injuries. "Are you going to tell us what happened?" Louis asks. 

"I already told you," I reply staring after Zayn.

"He means are you going to tell us how you got all of those bruises?" Liam questions.

"I'm pretty sure I know how," Harry's hands ball up into tight fists and his face goes white.

"Focus on Zayn right now Harry," I put a hand on his shoulder. 

It takes a couple of hours but Zayn gets stitches and we are able to take him home. The doctor said to take it easy and I blushed when the doctor called me in as "the girlfriend" and said no sexual intercourse for three days. 

"So tell me the story," Zayn says on the way home.

"You tripped so I dove in the water and saved your prissy ass," I reply.

"She's being modest. She grabbed your waist,dragged you out of the water, and gave you CPR," Niall tells Zayn. I refuse to look at any of them. I'm happy Zayn is okay, but now it means that they are going to be focused on me.

I try to come up with an explanation for them, but nothing comes up. So as soon as we get inside my house, I decide to just focus on Zayn myself. I wrap an arm around his waist and drape his arm over my shoulder, supporting him. "Rose I'm fine. I can walk by myself," He protests.

"Hush," I shh him, waiting for Harry to unlock the door. 


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