Zayn groaned when he opened his eyes to be met with a blinding white light. He laid back down and tried to move his arms, but only one moved normally. Pain shot through his left arm and he looked at it to see a cast around it.

"Shit... "

His vision slowly became normal again and he took in his surroundings. He was indeed in a hospital. Zayn wanted to die, his plan was to kill Gigi and himself, but here he was saved in a hospital.

If he didn't have the courage to speak to Harry himself, what was the point in living? He didn't want to live without Harry and keep this weird obsession. Unless he kills him.

But Zayn couldn't do that,he couldn't kill the love of his life. The only thing that he could do was kill anyone who dared to talk to his Harry, and make marks on his wrists for every murdered person. Speaking of marks, Zayn had to make his fourteenth one.

He lay there inanimate, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Zayn wanted so badly to just end things—or maybe it was the medication that he was on.

"Uh... Knock knock? " , a deep, slow voice mumbled.

Zayn's body jolted up and his heart pounded at the voice. He had to have been dreaming. Why in the world would his lover be in his hospital room?

"C-come in! "

Harry's beautiful face was brought into Zayn's sight, and he swallowed. Never in a million years would he think that Harry Styles would be in his hospital room. The curly haired beauty took a seat in one of the chairs that faced the hospital bed.

"Are you okay? " , he asked awkwardly. Zayn shrugged and winced when he got pain tingles. Harry stared at the man that he met in the cafe, and Zayn stared back.

"So I... I watched the news. You and some girl that I knew were in a car crash. Did you two know each other?" , Harry questioned. Oh right.. He was only here to get information about Zayn and tell the world.

"Is this some detective game or some shit? " , Zayn seethed and looked at the cast on his arm. Harry quickly shook his head with a frown on his face.

"No. I didn't know her. I was with my friend, drunk and ended up falling asleep. I woke up on top of her car while she was driving. I wasn't going to just hop off of her car when it's moving, right? Long story short, I told her to help me, but my head was in the way and we crashed. I- I hope that poor girl is okay..." Zayn fake cried and wiped away an invisible tear. Harry's own eyes widened at the story. What kind of friend would do that?

"Unfortunately, Gigi died on the impact, you're lucky to be alive though, " Harry stated. Yeah, Zayn's lucky alright. He's lucky that he gets to see more whores in Harry's bedroom, kill them, then repeat the cycle.

"I never asked this, b-but,  what happened to your eyebrow? "

Zayn's mouth stayed in a thin line, until he came up with a lie to explain that. Nobody could tell, but he was panicking on the inside. Harry cant find out that one of his sluts was the reason that he got that scar fro—

"Hello? Zayn? "

Zayn's head perked up at the mention of his name. Harry knew his name.

"Hey.. You know my name, " Zayn pointed out with a smile on his face. Now is one of the times that he wish he wasn't dead because of Harry.

"Yeah, you remembered mine from our first encounter, the least that I could do is remember yours. "

Zayn looked at Harry who was biting his lip and staring at his knee that was bobbing up and down. He seemed to be in thought, and Zayn felt a little bad for not answering his question.

"I got mugged, " Zayn blurted out. Harry's face scrunched up in confusion and he stared at the man in the hospital bed. What the hell was he talking about?

"Huh? "

"I got mugged... That's why I have a scar on my eyebrow, " he repeated and ran his hand along the scar. Harry winced as he watched Zayn's finger slowly run along the sick mark. His fingernails sunk into it causing a little bit of blood to ooze from it.

The red liquid slowly trickled down his forehead, and Zayn didn't even care. He liked the stinging sensation coming from that wound.

"W-what are you doing? " Harry paled as he stared at the crazy man.

"I want to die... I like the pain, " Zayn muttered. Harry swallowed and looked away from the blood resting right by Zayn's eye. His gut instinct was to run away and never come back, but he decided against that.

"W-why do you want to die? " , Harry brought himself to ask. He didn't know what Zayn was capable of, and he honestly didn't want to know at all. Zayn tilted his head to the side, which made the little trail of blood move as well. Harry grimaced and tried to focus on his beautiful eyes instead.

"Because someone I love doesn't love me back. That person doesn't even acknowledge me, which breaks my heart. I can't stand to see that someone with another person, my heart isn't good enough for it. I'd do anything for him—yes it's a guy, so what?  I just think that if I ended things already, I wouldn't be here suffering and watching him be with someone else that isn't me, " Zayn answered with watery eyes. He realized that he let his guard down, and quickly wiped his eyes dry. He wasn't crying at all.

"Wow.... "

Zayn lifted up his wrists that held thirteen cuts on it. Harry's eyes widened while he stared at the damaged wrist. He tried to ignore the coincidence of there being as many scars as each of his one night stands that died—well, there's one less cut.

And what Harry didn't know was that Zayn somehow knew exactly what he was thinking. He'll have the fourteenth mark once he gets out of the hospital, and many more cuts coming along the way.

"Why are you cutting yourself over that asshole? "

If only Harry knew that he was the mystery asshole.

"Because I hate the fact that I'm living without him."

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