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Mental Part 2 //Zayn//

Something was off about Zayn. He wasn't acting the way you were use to him acting. He wasn't sensitive, caring, or passionate. He was snappy, snarky, and really inconsiderate. You still wanted to know who was at the hospital. It made no sense to you at all, but 'Zayn' reassured you he would have that taken care of. You were in the bathroom, relaxing in a nice warm bath. Your head was resting on the cool, marble wall of the tub. The only sound in the room was your calm breathing and the water drops from the faucet. As you relaxed you heard the door open.
"Zayn?" You spoke, but you kept your eyes closed.
"I'm here love." You heard him say. You nod and continued to relax. Suddenly you felt him stroking your hair back. That's weird, he had never done that before.
"Zayn-"
Before you could finish your sentence you were being pushed under the water. You screamed, which was a bad idea. Water rushed into your mouth, making it hard for you to breathe. You scratched at 'Zayn's' arm, but he was stronger then you. Beneath the water, you could hear the fast pace beating of your heart. Just when you felt you were drifting off, you were pulled out of the water. Immediately, you began to cough.
"Zayn, what is wrong with you?! Are you crazy-" You looked around the room, no one was there. You got up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your body.
"Zayn?" You called out, walking down the hall. You were going to call the cops on him. He basically tried to drown you. "Zayn?" You looked in your bedroom. There was no signs of him there either. You stood in the middle of the hall confused. You weren't imagining things. He was in the bathroom. He tried to drown you!
Ring ring ring
You walk to your bedroom and walked over to the nightstand.
"Hello?" You picked up the phone. You stared down at your feet, watching the water drip onto the floor.
"Hi, Mrs. Malik? Your husband is well enough to come home now."
What?
"Come again? My what?" You told the Doctor to repeat what he had just said.
"Your husband...is ready...to come home..." He repeated more slowly.
"I'm coming." You rushed to your closet and got dressed quickly. You had no idea what was going on, but you needed to get to the hospital. Once you were dressed you ran down the stairs to the front door. You ran outside to you car getting in. You didn't even buckle your seatbelt as you pulled out the driveway and onto the freeway. You sped the entire way to the hospital. Once there, you ran inside requesting the room for Zayn Malik. The receptionist told you where to go and you booked it for the room. When you reached the room, you stood in front of it. You took a deep breath and walked into the room.
"Zayn?" You gasps rushing to his side. You were so confused.
"If you've been here the entire time, who's at the house?"
Zayn grabbed your hand.
"The house....it's bad. It makes you go mental. The Zayn you've been seeing isn't the real Zayn. I am." He explains. You stare at him as if he were delusional.
"What?"
"The house makes you go crazy. I didn't even jump off the roof, some little girl pushed me."
"But...how? Why?" So many questions were running through your head.
"It's simple. They want to be human again."
"They?"