Dawn FM • h.s.

• twenty-eight •

a/n: there is a lights up reference in here, can you find it?

    I didn't want to get checked out by the EMS team, but Zayn insisted and so did Darlene and Mr. Watson.  I was certain that if Harry had any say in it, he would have suggested–no, demanded–that I get checked out as well.  And, it seemed to be best that I had gotten checked out after all.  They told me I had a slight concussion, Zayn allowing me to lean against him after they checked me out.  I had expected this to be a fun evening with people from work, and now it was entirely ruined.  Honestly, I felt like it was my fault, but I knew that wasn't true.  Not in the slightest.  If anything, Mr. Beck had caused the entire problem, so I knew I couldn't be the one to blame here. 

"Do you think he's okay?" I asked Zayn after a while.  "He's been with them forever."

"Honestly, he probably has a fracture or something in his wrist from taking all of those punches."

"You're right," I nodded.  "I hope he's okay."

"He'll be fine," Zayn assured.  "He always is."

I sighed, waiting for what felt like an eternity before I saw Harry exiting the ambulance.  It didn't take long for him to start walking over to us, his jacket thrown over his shoulder and his left wrist wrapped multiple times.  Zayn stood up first, telling me to stay as he met Harry halfway across the grass.  They were talking, Zayn appearing frustrated while Harry just stared at him blankly.  I wondered what they were talking about, but soon enough Zayn was standing in the grass while Harry approached me, a couple bruises littering his cheek along with a cut across his jaw.

"Ready?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm taking you home."

"Oh."

"Do you...?" he paused, glancing down for a moment before clearing his throat.  "Do you want Zayn to take you instead?  I know I probably scared you earlier."

"No," I quickly said, standing up in front of him.  "You didn't ... or, I mean, maybe I was a little scared.  I don't know, I just was wondering if you were good to drive."

"Fine.  Come on."

Zayn and I said goodbye, my arms wrapping around him tightly.  He hugged me back, pulling away and smiling down at me. I watched as he glanced up toward Harry who was standing behind me, Zayn gazing down at me once again before he pushed a few strands of hair out of my face.

"He'll take good care of you," Zayn said to me.

"I know he will."

"I had a good evening, you know, aside from when it became a big mess."

Laughing softly, I agreed with him, Harry high-fiving his friend before they said goodbye to one another.  It left Harry and I to then walk to Harry's vehicle. Of course, I wanted to wear my shoes for as long as possible, but they were irritating at this point. Pausing in the grass, I quickly took the shoes off, holding them in my hand easily.