Pariah //1D Fanfiction// Asylum (discontinued)

|Chapter 4| Routine

Frankie's P.O.V

I followed Liam to the next room, which was Zayn's. I'm not sure if I'm completely ready to handle a man who committed first degree murder and suffers from schizophrenia. We approached his door and Liam turned around in a huff to face me.

"Are you sure you can handle him? Do you want me to come with you?" Liam asked with concern lacing his voice. I shook my head 'no'. He just nodded in return and started to turn around, but stopped himself.

"1 hour." he said with a smile and I nodded smiling lightly. I turned around so I was facing Zayn's door. I took a deep breath and opened the door in one swift move. Once I had a good view of what was inside, I was taken back by how clean it was. Zayn was sitting on his bed with his head laid against the headboard.

I started walking towards his bed and his head shot up from it's position. His eyes widened for a second, but soon went back to normal when he saw it was just me.

"Who are you?" he asked while scooting to the edge of the bed. I gulped at his British accent and smiled.

"F-Frankie. Your uhm... helper?" I said, unsure of what I really was to him. He furrowed his eyebrows and gave me a confused look.

"I get enough "helpers" here. Why would I need another one. A little girl at that." he said with arrogance and a rude expression. I furrowed my eyebrows in irritation.

"I am not a little girl." I stated, already annoyed with the 'full of himself' attitude. He scoffed and hopped off the bed and started walking over to me. My breath hitched in my throat when he was not even two feet away.

"How old are you, love?" he asked in a seductive voice. I gulped and took a step back. He took a step forward and gave a cocky smirk.

"17." I finally managed to say. His smirk soon turned into a bright smile.

"Little girl." he said while looking around my face for answers. I shook my head and looked down.

"Age doesn't matter you know." I stated in a matter of fact manner. I saw his feet right in front of mine and boy were they so much bigger. He coughed, catching my attention. I looked up and his eyes were a honey brown color that could immediately make you feel welcomed.

"So, if age doesn't matter, you'd let me fuck you right now when I'm 19?" he said making me gasped at his bold statement. I took a step back and vigorously shook my head 'no'. I heard him laugh and I looked at him confused.

"Don't say things that aren't true then, love." he said making me nod my head in response. Why can't I be as confident as Aahliya? If Zayn said that to her, she probably would have slapped him across the face. Then there's me who can barely say anything without getting scared and stuttering. My train of thought got cut short by fingers snapping in front of my face.

"Hello?", he cooed,"what are you thinking about?" he asked without any trace of emotion in his voice except for curiosity. I looked up at him and he seemed genuinely concerned about why I wasn't answering him.

"Nothing." I lied while fiddling with my fingers. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at what I said.

"Why weren't you answering me then?" he said taking another step forward. I scoffed and looked sraight into his eyes.

"Because I dont have too and can you stop getting so close to me? Ever heard of personal space?" I said walking around him. I was quickly stopped by him grabbing my wrist and spinning me around gently.

"I would usually get mad at what you said to me, but you're the first young girl who has 'helped' me and I don"t want to blow it. You're hot." he stated making me scoff in respose. I tugged at my wrist, but his grip got tighter.