23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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y head hurt, my back hurt, it was as if I had fallen off a cliff. I struggled to open my eyes, my memory was foggy so I waited for my eyes to adjust the light in the room. I was in my room on my bed, I was covered in a fleece. I tried to recall what had happened. The last time I checked, I was at the club with Zayn and then I heard a gunshot after that I couldn't remember anything. I didn't even remember how I got back home on my bed. I looked around and saw Mira sitting on the chair besides my bed.
"Mira! What are you doing here?" I asked her.
"Zayn told me to look after you."
"Where is he? Is he okay?" I asked in panic. There was a gunshot at the club, I wanted to know if he'd been shot or not. I had to know.
"He's okay, he's in his room resting."
"I have to see him." I tried getting, my whole body hurt. "Ouch..." I winced.
"Maybe you should res..."
"I'm okay, Mira, don't worry. I just fell, that's all." I replied, sitting straight. I just had to see Zayn and make sure he was okay. I had to know. I wore my flat sandals and stood up.
"Do you want me to help you?"
"Mira, I am fine. I appreciate you though, you're sweet." I squeezed her shoulder and gave her a little smile. I left my room and walked down the corridor, heading to Zayn's bedroom. I knocked softly and opened the door, I couldn't find him. I called out but there was no response. Where was he? I checked the balcony and bathroom but he wasn't there. I left his room and made my way to his office. The door was slightly opened so I decided to check it out. I found him busy with his laptop, he was standing in front of his wooden table.
"Well, that sure doesn't look like resting now, does it?" I mused, going inside. He looked my way and smiled.
"I'm a die-hard, mi reina." He chuckled coming towards me. He didn't think twice before pulling me into his embrace, he just held me tight, I melted, sinking into his arms until he winced. "Careful..."
I immediately let go. "I'm sorry." I muttered. "What really happened? One minute we were making out and the next there were gunshots."
"Some idiot ambushed us, I saw saw a red light at the back of your shoulder. That's why I pushed you back."
"And the gunshots?" I asked in anticipation.
"Yeah that..." He ran his fingers through his hair. He was hesitating to tell me and I wasn't going to let it slide.
"Zayn?"
"It's nothing, the gunshots were nothing." I saw right through him, he was lying to me. Why was he lying? He saved me for the second time.
