You slowly, and as quietly as possible look over at Zayn; Jessie was the one who had walked into the room. You turned your head to look at him. He disgusted you so much, yet he scared you so much. He felt Jason’s pulse, and then he pulled his phone out. “Fuck she or he, maybe they, whatever whoever is gone. Jason got knocked out.” Jessie paused listening to the person on the other line. “I know, I am leaving now, I will find her.” Then Jessie left the room.
You saw that Zayn had moved his hand away from his mouth, and was about to speak. You covered his mouth and the both of you just laid there underneath the bed for a good ten minutes. You moved from underneath the bed, and walked over to Jason and noticed that his head was by the wall. You were going to kick him again, but for some reason decided that you didn’t have the time for that at the moment. Zayn crawled out from under the bed as well.
“Once again, Zayn I am leaving, are you coming with me?” he walked up to you and kissed you. You wanted to kiss back and just stay there forever but right now both of you were in serious danger. You pulled away from the kiss and walked into the bath room and grabbed your bag, and everything. “Quickly go grab all the clothes that you can carry. We need to go, as soon as possible, because he could wake up anytime now.” You pointed out to him. Zayn quickly ran to the closet and grabbed a few of everything.
“Are we good on money?” Zayn asked. That was actually a very good question. I guess it’s to go visit my dad. This should be good; I haven’t seen him in over five years. He’s always trying to buy my love, this is his chance. “We will be after we make a quick stop.” “Where are we going?” “Zayn Malik, you are going to meet the famous Alexander Carter, or otherwise known as my father.” Zayn was shocked. “Let’s go babe.” He covered his mouth, as we walked down the hall. When we got to stairs I told him, “No, Zayn, it’s okay. We’re still a couple.” That made him smile, which made me smile.
We walked through the living room, and out the broken-in door. Then we walked outside, and head towards the car. “You drive; I have a lot of things on my mind love.” Zayn told me, as the both of us put the stuff in the car. “Is that everything? We better get going before-” Jason came down the stairs and stared at Zayn and me. Me and Zayn looked at each other, and then ran to get in the car. “Hurry turn on the engine.” Zayn yelled. “I’m trying.” You dropped the keys on the floor. Jason was stumbling as he came towards us. Fuck, just my luck. You quickly reached for the keys. Jason tried to get into the car, but Zayn had already made sure that the doors were locked. You start the car, and put it in reverse. You started to drive away, and Jason tried to chase after you.
