High for This

Chapter 4

*Aurora's POV*

I rejected Zayn's hand opting to stand up for myself. Watching his face turn to a scowl he placed his hand into his pocket.

Shutting the door behind me, I stared at the quaint apartment. Hearing the chirp of the alarm, Zayn began to walk towards the door.

Following in suit my shoes crunched against the gravel on the ground. Fishing in his pocket, Zayn pulled out keys and stuck them in the lock. Turning it the door clicked and he grabbed the door handle and pushed.

The entire apartment was black. Wrapping my arms around myself I gingerly stepped into the darkness and listened for the sound of Zayn's feet. Suddenly a light switched on and the apartment was illuminated.

It was a typical apartment for someone like Zayn. Black and white schemed, big windows and a modern finish. What surprised me though were the art pieces hanging on the walls. I decided post-kidnapping wasn't the best time to ask about his hobbies.

Staring for a moment Zayn kicked off his boots and looked at me to do the same. I reached down and took off my shoes as well. Motioning for me to following him, Zayn lead me through the apartment.

With observant eyes I noticed how relatively clean everything was. It was a huge contrast to his personality. It made me wonder if Zayn was actually different on the inside. Coming to an abrupt halt I almost crashed into his back.

Eyeing me in confusion he extended his arm towards a small room. "You can sleep here." He grunted. Something about his actions got my inner smart mouth child going. "Oh wow thanks! I get my own bed in a kidnapping!? This is great!" I mocked in a high tone.

His set his jaw and stared coldly at me. "Too soon? Ok jeez." I held my hands up in defense. I walked into the small room and noticed my surroundings. It was painted a plain gray and a twin bed was set in the middle of the room complimented by a nightstand with a lamp.

I figured it was a guest room because it seemed untouched. Unless Zayn cleaned it. I laughed at the thought of Zayn folding sheets and doing laundry. Checking my watch I noted that it was 12:30.

I gently pulled back the covers on the bed and settled into it. Sitting up rather than laying down I thought about today's events. Small tears began to cascade down my cheeks. I was a strong girl and I'm not easily broken.

But being kidnapped by some random asshole who can kill you at any point isn't really my cup of tea. The tears began to flow even more and I cursed myself for being so vulnerable. Quickly wiping them away I laid down breathing heavily.

Staring at the ceiling I realized that this room wasn't vacant all the time. Small plastic stars were taped onto the ceiling. I cracked half a smile as I remembered my childhood decorating my entire room with multicolored stars.

Holding up my watch I realized that it was already 1:20. I had spent almost an entire hour crying. What the fuck is wrong with me? I asked myself. Deciding that I needed some water
I sat on the edge of my bed. No matter how thirsty I was I wasn't about to wake up Zayn and ask him for some.

So I tried to remember the landscape of the apartment and where the kitchen might be. Visualizing it in my head it seemed to be a pretty good plan. I quietly stepped onto the wood floors and prayed that all the doors were silent and not creaky.

I opened my a door a space big enough to poke my head out and I looked both ways as if in a spy movie. Stepping out into the hall I made my way to the front door. Assessing where the kitchen would be I walked carefully and peeked around every corner.

Eventually I saw the island in the middle of the kitchen and I sighed in relief. As I rounded the corner I noticed the gun that Zayn had pointed at me sitting near the sink. Making my way to the cabinets to hunt for a glass I heard a noise behind me.

Suddenly there was a voice, "what are you doing?" I reacted immediately grabbing the gun and pointing it towards whoever spoke. I looked in fear to see Zayn with wide eyes sitting at the island in a bar stool.

How didn't I notice him before? He's so shady he just blends into the dark. His eyes quickly returned to its normal hooded state. I set the gun down and ran my hands through my hair. "Packing heat now are we sweetheart." His smug voice spoke. There was something else in his voice I wasn't familiar with, was it impression? No way.

Facing him I clenched my teeth together, "where are your glasses?" He raised a brow and sipped his drink. "Are you sure all you came here for was water?" I looked at his amused expression and laughed. Startled by the sound his eyes seemed to be analyzing me. "What did you think I was coming to find you because I was "scared"?" I said using air quotes.

"This isn't some type of fanfiction."
((lmao))

Zayn rolled his eyes and pointed towards the cabinet on my right. I opened it and saw an array of clear glasses. Picking one I turned on the faucet and filled the glass. Taking lengthy sips I relished in the way my throat wasn't dry anymore.

Finishing my drink I stood awkwardly in front of the faucet with my arms crossed. "I'll uh - be going now." I stated walking towards the hallway. Suddenly I was stopped by Zayn's voice, "no. Come sit."

Turning around in surprise I watched his face for any signs of humor but it lacked. Gulping I took the seat directly across from him and folded my hands together as if I was a goody two shoes school girl.

Neither of us said anything and the only sound was the occasional sip of Zayn's drink. I drummed my hands on the counter until I couldn't bear it anymore. "Did you tell me to sit down so I could watch you drink water? Because trust me what I've seen is enough."

He laughed slightly and for some reason I felt myself flutter because I had made him laugh. I needed to get a grip.

"No I didn't. It's time to be serious. I didn't bring you here for nothing." He said slowly as if I was a small child that wasn't getting it.

My heart started involuntarily beating faster. I guess I had nothing to hide but maybe some things were best not told. I eyed him with as much seriousness as I could. "Let's do it."

*AN*
IM SO SORRY oh my god I hate being this type of author but I had this draft written so long ago and I was going to split this up into two updates but you guys deserve a really long update. I'm so sorry again but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter !! Vote, comment and share (: