Chapter 21: Breakaway

                                    

                                          
*Blaire’s POV*
                          
When Harry came out of nowhere inside my house, my vision was beginning to blur. I was not sure where Harry came from, all that I know was that he saved me. I passed out after Zayn cleaned up my wounds. I was pretty sure that I remember myself lying at Harry’s couch but this morning, when I woke up, I found myself lying on an unfamiliar bed and surroundings. Was I at the hospital again? I haven’t seen any monitor thingy and any IV attached to me so I’m guessing I’m at someone’s bedroom. Wait What?! I immediately checked under the duvets and I have different clothes... I’m wearing man’s clothes.
                          

                          
“HARRY!!!!!” Since I thought I was still in his house, I called out for him. There was no answer. So I jumped out of bed and I tried to look around for evidence to whose room or house is this. As soon as I stood up, I felt some sharp pain from my legs and my right arm. I remembered I was all bruised up and I had a deep cut on my right arm. I walked over to the study table/computer desk and I saw a picture in a frame. It was a picture of me and Zayn. He was kissing my cheek and he was smiling through the kiss while I was acting disgusted. It was cute. Now I know where I am. I’m at my boyfriend’s room.
                          

                          
I turned around and just in time, Zayn opened the door holding a tray of food and he put it down on the bed. “Are you okay now, love?” He asked worried and I nodded. “I made you breakfast.” He smiled as he sat down next to the tray of food.
                          

                          
I walked over to the bed and sat across him. I started eating when he talked. “You look good in my clothes... Maybe you should start wearing them more.” He winked at me then he had that cheeky grin on his face. I hit him playfully.
                          

                          
“How did I get in your clothes anyway? I don’t remember waking up and changing..” I said, my mouth full of biscuits.
                          

                          
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He said, trying to change the subject.
                          

                          
“Did you see?” I asked quietly.
                          

                          
“See what?”
                          

                          
“Everything....” I said gesturing to my body.
                          

                          
“Nope.” He laughed.
                          

                          
“Then how did I get in these clothes? You were changing my clothes with your eyes closed or did my clothes just magically transformed to your clothes?”
                          

                          
“I prefer the second choice.” He laughed then he I looked at him with a serious face with a hint of shyness and embarrassment. “Don’t worry, Blaire. I did not do anything stupid. I asked Mum and Doniya to clean you up and change your clothes. I thought it was inappropriate for me to do that even if I was your boyfriend. “ He smiled and I can tell in his eyes that he was telling the truth.
                          

                          
“You know, other guys would take that as a chance to do something.”
                          

                          
“But I’m not like most guys.” He winked at me. “And I wouldn’t do that to you because I love you and I respect you.”
                          

                          
Did he just say that he loves me?!
                          

                          
“W-what did you s-say?” I stuttered.