Should I Walk Away...

Chapter Two: The Gun

I was eager and impatient to find what's in the box and my foot kept pressing down on the pedal, the more faster my car accelerated the more pissed off I was. I grabbed my iPhone and opened my contacts but my finger hovered over Niall's phone nunber. Maybe calling that bastard wasn't a good idea anyways, he was a pain in my neck for years.
I exited my contacts and locked my phone, I tried getting my mind cleared by thinking of how badass this car is. I finally arrived at the post office. I got out of my car and slammed the door, I quickly walked to the door of the post office. I discreetly looked around to make sure I wasn't being followed by the man I seen at the alley. I looked for box number 227 but I seriously couldn't find it anywhere, this place was huge and there was glass windows everywhere and the inside had like a grey filtering look. I found the box at the end of the hall.
I walked over to box 227 and my heart wouldn't stop beating in such a fast rate.

I calmed myself and slipped the key inside the keyhole, once I opened it my mouth dropped.
It was a pistol and another envelope. There was a date on the envelope that was the 7th of next month, that had me very curious but since it had a date for next month that meant I could allow myself to take a break from all this stress. "Wait the gun" I screamed in my head. I grabbed the gun and deliberately put it in my pants waist area and slid my shirt and jacket over it so it wouldnt be seen by others. I needed to figure everything out.

I sat in a chair beside my bed staring out a window vewing the city of Los Angeles clearly and thought about what the hell I'm going to do. Then I hear my iPhone sound off again, it was the 4th time so I checked. My notifications on Facebook of course. There was this girl commenting on all my pictures negatively. I messaged her.

"Why are you insulting me on all my pictures?"

Who is this?

'The guy you've been insulting on all the pictures."

First of all Zayn doesn't reply to his fans and second of all your probably some dumbass white boy who sits on his ass all day and plays with himself.

"How can I prove you wrong?"

How can you?! You're not even Zayn.

This girl was pissing me off and I mean really pissed off.

"Just believe me."

Okay, if you are Zayn Malik then come to my house with two soda cans and wear a expensive suit and carry me away.

What the...? Uhm she must be really expecting alot but I like her spirit, meeting one fan wouldn't hurt.

"Your on whatever your name is."

Its Emily, you?

"Zayn."

We'll find out.

"Well Emily I guess we will."

It was getting late so I might as well tell her goodnight.

"I'm very exhausted, sweet dreams."

Ya goodnight (sleep emoji).

I went to sleep to regain my energy but my mind wouldn't sleep at all. Until I finally passed out.

I had woken from my sleep, it was 2:45 pm and I had nothing to do today which gave me immense boredom but then I just remembered about visiting Emily. I'm no specialized tracker so luckily she had her address on her Facebook and I grabbed a nice clean suit and my car keys. Though maybe I should bring sodas so I headed for my fridge and grabbed some. I stormed off to my vehicle and drove to her house which she only lived 19 minutes away.