Elaina BassetAll I can feel is heat. It's spreading around me and I can't stop it.
I can feel my heart beating out of my chest, my breathing heavy and out of control.
I look forward and see that all too familiar dreadful sight—the same sight that has traumatized me for too long.
I scream, everything around me engulfed in flames and the smell of burnt flesh surrounding me.
I can see an exit right in front of me—but wouldn't it be morally wrong of me to save myself?
I should just die here in this fire...
My eyes snap open and I take in a huge inhale of air, not being able to breathe as my body ignited with a short fit of panic.
I clutch my chest as I realize that it was just a terrible dream, but I was still panicked.
I look around to try and ground myself, realizing that I'm in Zayn's living room.
I don't remember anything, I don't even know what time of day it is—the only way I know it's not nighttime is because of the sun peaking through the curtains.
What happened?
Why aren't I in my bedroom?
My throat is itchy and my head feels a little heavy. I don't have any recollection of anything after being in the kitchen with the guys.
The guys. Where are the guys?
I force myself up off the couch, clenching my teeth as my body ached.
I trudge my feet down the hall, to the downstairs bathroom. I look in the mirror, seeing myself for the first time upon waking up.
I'm confused. I'm wearing a skirt and one of Zayn's sweaters. There's makeup under my eyes, leftover mascara that I don't even remember putting on.
And most concerning of all, there's a bandage on the left side of my forehead.
That explains my headache to some extent, I guess.
Before I do anything else, I need to freshen up at least a little. I open the cabinet, grabbing the extra unused toothbrush and toothpaste, brushing my teeth before splashing some water onto my face.
I wipe all of my makeup off, my eyes heavy and tired.
I leave the bathroom, looking around as I walk back down the hall.
"Hello?" I call out in a croaky voice, wondering why it was so quiet.
I walk back through the living room, getting closer to the kitchen where I heard the tap running.
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Fanfictioninvasato; possessed or dominated by a strong passion. - "Alice in Wonderland? That's your favorite book." he remarks with his brow arched and his voice snarky. "I love the curiosity of it all." I shrug. He just smirks, diverting his eyes down wit...