Sour Diesel // z.m

Chapter 13

Zayn P.O.V

I jogged up the stairs towards my bedroom, and Mila's scream of terror could be heard when I was riding the elevator. I feel my heart beating fast and my pulse is so high.

"Fucking hell there you are!" Louis yells stressfully, but I just ran past him and into the bedroom, seeing Mila laying in bed.

She is screaming at the top of her lungs, moving around like crazy and my eyes widen.

"Mila!" I yelled out and sit on the bed, trying to get a hold of her hands. "Mila, shhh," I say to try to calm her down, but nothing is working.

She needs a shot.

I pull out a syringe from my nightstand and stick it into her arm, seeing her body relaxing immediately and I blow out a deep breath.

Her breathing becomes normal and I can see the sweat that is forming on her forehead. "Thank god," I mumbled as I stroked her arm.

"What did you do?" I heard Louis said quietly behind me. "I gave her some morphine," I told him.

"Morphine? Man are you crazy?!"

"She wouldn't calm down what else was I supposed to do?!" I said and turned around to look at him.

"I don't know call the doctor?" He answered and I just rolled my eyes and looked down at her. "So the next time she screams like that you are going to give her more morphine?" He asked and I sighed.

"Shut the fuck up, okay? Let me handle this," I said and pulled him out of the room and closed it carefully. "Continue watching her," I told the guards and I walked down the stairs, hearing Louis following me.

"Dude, what the hell?" He exclaimed and I rolled my eyes as I walked into the bar room. I went behind the bar to grab the whiskey, but Louis snatched it out of my hands.

"Zayn Javvad Malik. You fucking listen to me," he said sternly as he places the whiskey away from me. I looked at him and I was actually scared, Louis can be pretty strict.

"You fucking idiot! I know you want to protect Mila, but you are not doing it right! I know we talked about Gina back in the kitchen and that it was wrong, but I know that you care about her. I can see it, you even care about her more than Gina. By giving Brody torture and putting morphine into Mila's body isn't going to help!" He yelled at me and I placed my hands on the bar counter, taking it all in.

"Man, you got me. You got Harry. You got Chuck. We are here for you and we can help you with Mila," he said more calmly and I scoffed.

"Chuck and Mila know each other pretty well, Harry has his own issues but I really care about her. I want her to be safe as much as you do. But putting morphine into her body every time she is in pain," he said as he sighed deeply.

"I just did it once!" I pointed out and he rolled his eyes. "Yes and once can lead to twice, and three times, four times etcetera. You know that, you are not good at handling other people's emotions. Like on the plane when you went full out on Mila because you didn't know what to do. You need to face it, Z. You can't outburst your feelings like that on someone else."

"What do you know about feelings?" I fired back and grabbed the whiskey bottle, screw the top and drank from the bottle. "I can smell your disappointment, don't bother," I said against the tip before I took a new sip, placing it down on the bar counter.

"Z you are really out of your fucking mind. You are NOT allowed to put morphine into her body anymore!" He screamed before he turned his back on me and walked out of the room. I huffed as I took another sip of the whiskey.