Mixed Direction

Chapter Twenty: Trains

{Perrie's POV}

When I was younger I didn't want barbies or dolls. Sure I had them and I played with them, but if Jonnie was given a new train for his birthday, I was beyond fascinated by the train. I was in love with trains.

The noises, the railways, the different types. So you can imagine how excited I got when I first took a ride on a train. I sat with my face pressed to the window, watching the train move along, listening to the rails clacking and the scene outside changing.

Trains are continuously developing though. Now they have ones that go at four- hundred kilometres per hour, which is ridiculous. But along with trains developing, they obviously have systems for passengers and freight. For passengers, there's train stations and times when you get on and stops to get off.

Once I got off the train when I was little, I stood hand in hand with my older brother and watched it 'chug' away from the station, leaving the platform filled with people and the track empty. I was just another person waiting for the next train. My next adventure.

Now that I'm older I'm not obsessed with trains. They still interest me, but not in the way my young five year old mind was interested in them. Now I see them as more of a transportation usage than some sort of dream, some big adventure.

And surely we've all seen those films when we were younger, when the train enters a tunnel and it's all dark, but then they see the bright light at the end of the tunnel. But, before you get to the bright happy light, you have to go through the dark tunnel.

"It's good to have you home," Zayn walks up behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. I close my eyes and smile, a small hum escaping my lips as I feel his head resting next to mine.

"Daddy!" Ellie calls out, breaking our moment. My eyes open immediately and we both look into the lounge room where Ellie is holding up her sipper cup.

"Yes El?" Zayn asks.

"Can I please have some water?"

"You have legs Baba," I remind Ellie and she giggles, jumping down off the couch and making her way across, running like she's about to trip over, you know that young kid run, that makes you freak out because you think they're going to face plant? Well, it's that run.

"Thank you," Zayn takes the cup from Ellie and I step out of the way so he can fill up her sipper cup. Zayn turns on the tap and I walk around the island bench to go to the toilet, 'cause I really need to go, but stop suddenly at a sharp pain in my bladder.

My hand grips at the edge of the bench and I clamp my eyes shut and clench my jaw as my head feels all light and airy.

"Perrie?" Zayn asks. I open my eyes and blink a few times to regain my balance and then turn back around to look at him. "Are you alright?" Zayn asks, screwing the top back on Ellie's sipper cup and then handing it to her.

"Yep," I nod my head. "I need to go to the toilet," I inform him and then walk normally towards the bathroom. As I walk into the bathroom I feel the pain again and this time crouch forwards a bit, closing the door behind me and then sliding down against it, sitting on the floor as I go all light headed and dizzy.

I'm okay. It's fine. You're just tired from the tour and you need to readjust to the time zone and sleeping patterns. You are fine. Just do your business and then continue on.

I stand up, using the door handle for support and then walk over to the toilet, pulling down my pants and sitting down on the toilet.

I do my wee but when I wipe there's red coloured substance on the paper. Fuck. I knew it. I bloody knew it out in the kitchen.