"Rolling Stones journalist tried to murder One Direction's Zayn Malik? Details inside!" I sigh reading today's The Sun newspaper. The accident was 6 days ago and the rumors had only gotten worse. Luckily, Zayn's injuries were not life threatening. He had a broken leg, some broken ribs, and a fractured wrist. Everything kept replaying over and over again in my mind. The kiss, how I ran out, the accident. I guess I just got scared, why? I didn't have an answer, I was still trying to figure it out myself. I guess my boss was right though, everything I touched got ruined. That's probably why I got fired, he said I shouldn't have been spending time with Zayn alone nor should I have put a client in danger like that. I also had gotten a lot of hate from the media and the fans. I had nasty emails from Directioners (I'm not even sure how they found out my personal email address). One of them said I should have been the one that got hit that night, and sometimes I feel that way. I was so disgusted with myself and felt so guilty for what I had done. Zayn called the papers and told them it wasn't my fault, he also called my boss trying to get my job back with no avail. It made me even feel more guilty by his sweet gestures, how could someone I hurt not even be mad at me? When he woke up in his hospital bed the nurses said I was the first one he asked for, he wanted to check if I was okay. Going through this, it showed how much of a beautiful person Zayn was, which made me feel even more guilty. I was so fortunate that he was so understanding about everything, yet I just wanted Zayn to hate me and tell me to get out of his life, I deserved that and more after what I had done. On the other hand, I'm happy the other boys, Zayn's family and my family had understood that it was not my intention to hurt him. I was looking for some way to pay Zayn back for being so understanding, I wanted to try to take back everything that happened that night. I had been spending everyday by Zayn's side doing whatever I could to help him. He told me I didn't need to, but this was the only thing that showed how sorry I was even though the guilt had increased more and more everyday.
"Hello Mr. Malik how are you?" I put down the newspaper as the doctor walks into Zayn's room.
"I'm doing good, feeling a lot better today. " Zayn replies.
"That's great, because it looks like you're going to go home today." Doctor says.
"Really? He's alright to go home?" I excitedly ask.
"Yes, the only thing is he will need someone to help him move around the house for the next 2 weeks and clean his bandages and such. We have some nursing programs we could recommend you to if you want Mr. Malik." The Doctor suggests.
"I'll do it." I quickly suggest.
Zayn looks at me "Are you sure? You don't need to do that."
"No Zayn, I want to. I'll do anything I can to help." I reassure him with a smile.
"That sounds perfect. I'll go print you up some paperwork on how to clean the bandages. The nurse will be right in with those, you're free to leave." The Doctor smiles and leaves the room.
"I'm so happy you get to go home!" I cheer helping Zayn stand up.
"Me too. Are you sure you don't mind helping me? I can get a nurse to do this." Zayn says.
"It's fine, I don't mind. I want you to know how sorry I am for what I've done, you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me." My voice cracks a little as I feel myself about to cry for about the 5th time today.
"Hey, shhhh." Zayn hugs me. "This wasn't your fault, stop blaming yourself, please?" He looks at me, I nod.
"Good." He smiles.
"Hey mate!" Me and Zayn both turn to the door and see Harry and Kayla standing there hand in hand. "You alright man?" Harry shakes Zayn's hand as Kayla walks over to me asking if I want to go for a walk, I agree.

"So how are you doing?" Kayla asks while we walk into the cafeteria. We both pause for a second as everything in the room falls silent and whispers and dirty looks come from everyone there. We find a corner table hidden from everyone, thank God.
"Horrible." I sigh. I just feel so guilty you know? I mean, I almost killed him! That girl was right, it should have been me who got hit." I feel the tears start to fall from my eyes.
"Hey! Don't say that!" Kayla says while sitting down next to me. "You didn't do this, okay? It wasn't your fault, things happen. Just be glad that Zayn is okay, and that you're okay. I love you and I hate to see you blaming yourself over something that isn't your fault." Kayla says while hugging me.
"Thanks Kay, I don't know what I'd do without you." I say wiping away my tears.
"Don't mention it. So how are things with Zayn?"
"They're good, I offered to take care of him for the next two weeks."
"Oooh, so you're going to be playing his nurse now? I bet he's gonna enjoy that." She winks.
"Oh be quiet. I'm sure he doesn't feel that way about me anymore, after what happened." I look down.
"Babe, he likes you, a lot! I bet he's talking to Haz about you right now."
"Yeah, about how I ruined his life, and his career." I scoff.
"No, you didn't ruin anything. He's gonna be fine, stop beating yourself up over this." Kayla says. "Let's go back to the room, okay? Me and Haz will drive Zayn back to his flat."
"Flat? You speak British now?" I laugh getting up from my chair.
"Yeah, Harry's grown on me." She laughs.

*****

After we packed all of Zayn's belongings, he offered me to stay at his place instead of me staying at a hotel then having to drive to his place every morning. I figured it worked so I agreed and asked Kayla and Harry if they could pick up my things from the hotel and bring them to Zayn's apartment.

When we arrived at Zayn's place I was expecting a typical dirty bachelors pad but I was pleasantly surprised to see it all clean and tidy, plus it was pretty well decorated.
"Do you have a maid?" I asked carrying in his bags.
He laughed. "No, I do the cleaning myself. Having a maid would make me feel like a celebrity."
"And you don't consider yourself a celebrity?"
"No. If I looked at myself as a celebrity I'd have an ego, which I don't want."
"You must have amazing parents, they taught you well." I reply helping Zayn to his room.
"I do, I owe a lot to them." He says plopping down on the bed. "Ahh, I missed my bed, and my peaceful sleep." He laughs with his eyes closed.
"I better let you get some rest, I'll unpack your things later. Call me if you need anything, okay?" I tell him while turning off his bedside lamp, he grabs my hand.
"Thank you for everything, I really appreciate all that you've done to help." He smiles.
"It's the least I can do after, you know." I trail off.
"Let's not talk about that, it's in the past." I nod then kiss his forehead as he closes his eyes.

*****

"You do have a lot of bags, Riana." Harry says walking in the door with 4 duffle bags in each hand.
"Good thing you have big hands babe." Kayla goes on her tiptoes to kiss him.
"Eww!" I gag, grabbing my bags out of Harry's hands. "Anyway, thank you guys for bringing my stuff, I don't know what I'd do without you two." I say hugging them both, they really have been a big help.
"It's fine. Where's Zayn?" Harry asks.
"He's sleeping." I reply.
"Alright. Tell him I'll be stopping by in a few days to check up on him."
"Will do. Thanks again guys." I say hugging them bye.
"Welcome, love you!" Kayla replies giving me a hug. "Oh, and be a good nurse." She winks.
"Whatever, bye!" I roll my eyes laughing.

I'm surprised Zayn had quite a bit of food in his house, I was able to make him some dinner. By the time he woke up dinner was ready, we ate together then after that I needed to cover up his leg cast, his arm, and cover his bandages before he took a shower.

"Need any help?" I giggle as I watch Zayn struggling to unbutton his flannel.
He laughs. "I think so, using one hand is harder than it looks."
I walk over to him and I start to unbutton his shirt, I feel my cheeks start to heat up taking in the sight of his exposed torso. I look at his tattoos on his collar bone, chest, ribs, and hip. I bite my lip and look up to see Zayn smirking.
"Like what you see?" He asks cheekily.
"For being injured you still are quite the little flirt aren't you?" I tease.
"I have my moments." He winks.
After I finish wrapping finishing wrapping his wounds, I leave the bathroom only to be called back 2 minutes later.
"Yes?" I ask, opening the door slightly.
"Could you grab me my Molton Brown body wash by the sink please, love?"
I see it and open the cap to take a quick smell of it, it smells amazing. It smells like Zayn, a slight musky smell yet not too strong.
"Hey, hey, hey no cheating!" Zayn laughs popping his head out of the shower. I quickly close my eyes and give him his body wash turning my head away.
"Stop being so uptight, I'm not gonna bite you." I open my eyes only to see Zayn grab the shower head and splash me with water.
"HEY!" I yell, soaked. Zayn is laughing in the shower and I start to laugh too.
"Sorry about ruining your top, babe." Zayn says looking at my body. As I look down I see my white silk top sticking to my torso, my bra clearly visible. I put my hands over my body and turn away exiting the bathroom quickly as possible. I can still hear Zayn's laugh down the hall.

After Zayn finished with his shower, he showed me where he kept his blankets so I could set up my makeshift bed on the couch.
"Are you sure you don't mind sleeping here?" Zayn questions.
"It's fine, I don't mind, really." I reply.
"Okay, well I'm gonna get to bed. Goodnight Riana!" Zayn hugs me sweetly then makes his way down the hall to his bedroom.
I settle down on the couch and take in the scent of Zayn's cologne on the blanket he gave me. I open my eyes and look around the living room at his pictures and awards hanging on the wall. There's one picture in particular of Zayn and his sisters, my heart melts at the sight of it. I start to think back about everything that happened again. I get up to go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. As I am passing by Zayn's room, his door is open ajar and I peek in to see him sound asleep. The TV glare lightly on his face, slight snores escape his pouty lips, I smile at the sight of him. He looks so peaceful, so beautiful. Suddenly it dawns on me that I am falling in love with him, I love Zayn. I walk back to the couch, and settle back down again as the words keep ringing in my mind I love him.