Chapter 4

Harry's POV

I kissed her on the cheek and left the room. I was about to go back into my room when I decided to go check what she slipped on. I walked down the stairs and saw a piece of paper on the floor. I picked it up hoping that it wouldn't be what I thought it was. Shit Shit Shit. This was all my fault, what could I do to make her forgive me? I went back upstairs holding the piece of paper. I went over to Zaria's room and looked inside. She was already asleep I couldn't just wake her up. I went back into my room and tried to sleep but I couldn't all I kept thinking was: "This is all my fault."

The next morning I told the boys what happened and they helped me make her breakfast in bed (with help from Rebecca of course). We brought it up to her and then I rang Simon, her mum and then Theo our chauffer and he brought us to the hospital. I sat for what seemed like 3 hours and then I was allowed go into to her. She broke her rist but the doctor said it wasn't that bad so she'd only need the cast for 3 weeks and she spraint her ankle badly so she couldn't walk. I felt so bad this was all my fault.

"Guess what?" Zaria stammered.

"What?" I asked slowly.

"The doctor said that I'm not able to use crutches because of my wrist so unless I find some other way of transport then I have to use a weelchair." I started laughing."Why are you laughing?" she asked annoyed. I looked at her and then said,

"You know how clumsy you are. You'll have spraint your other ankle from crashing into everything if your in a wheelchair."

"Well then what am I supposed to do I can't stay in bed for three weeks?" she moaned getting even more annoyed now.

"I'll carry you around." I announced slowly not knowing what her reaction would be.

"Really?" she chuckled looking confused "You would carry me around whenever I needed you to."

I smiled,

"Of course I would."

She laughed,

"So you'd do this for any other girl."

"Nope. You're an exception."

"Why me?

I laughed,

"Because, who else comes over to my house nearly everyday and actually talks to me out of all Abby's friends. You're like another sister."

Her face dropped,

"Sister?"

I don't know why I said it I don't even feel like she's my sister, I just said it.

"Well not really my sister." I mumbled trying to correct myself "More like...like a really really close friend."

She smiled and I smiled back. Soon the doctor walked in and we explained to him our plan, but he wasn't really convinced. He gave Zaria one crutch so she could at least stand up herself. I lifted her out to the car and we went and had our lunch in a cafe in the nearest village. After we had finished eating we talked for at least 2 hours, we got on so well. This is the first time I've actually properly talked to her without Abby being there. It was amazing, we have so much in common, we never ran out of things to say. Soon it was nearly 6 o'clock and we had to go home I carried out to the car again and we drove home. On the way she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder.