Falling For Styles {Niall Horan}

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four 

-Zayn-

There was a loud bang at the door. It nearly made me jump from the couch I was sitting on. I looked down at my huge white watch to see the time. It was 8:00 exactly. Who would be at my flat at 8:00?

If it was Louis, Harry, or Niall they’d just call me if they needed me. Any of them would. Why did they just pop into my head out of the blue? Well because Liam told me that Niall wouldn’t stop pacing back and forth, scared to death that Lilah got in trouble or something like that.

I covered my ears with my hands in attempt to block out the noise the person was making. It was being fucking annoying now. I wanted to scream at them to shut the hell up!

After at least five minutes of wishing the banging would stop, I groaned and walked to the door. It got louder and louder as I walked closer to it. Whoever wanted me wasn’t going to let me go. Who was looking for me?

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I shouted at the grey door. I took a deep breath before I swung the door open. It was super dark outside and the street lights haven’t come on anywhere near my flat. I had to squint to just make out any sort of movement.

“Zayn?” she asked quietly. I could see a slight silhouette of someone. I couldn’t see who though. It was definitely a girl though. The light from inside my flat illuminated her face and figure.

“Lilah? Lilah!” I shouted, running towards her. I embraced her in a hug, squeezing her tight like she was about to float away. I felt her tears streaming down her face, hitting my chest and my shoulder.

I pulled away from her, putting my hands on her shoulder to look her in the eyes. “Everyone was so worried about you. No one heard from you or knew where you went, is everything okay?” I asked all in one breath.

Her lip started to tremble and she shook her head. She stepped closer to me, giving me another hug. If you weren’t really listening, you wouldn’t hear her soft whimpers. She was sobbing into my shirt. And it was brand new too!

“Come on, love. Let’s go inside and talk about this,” I stated grabbing her hand and leading her inside. She just nodded and obeyed. She didn’t seem like herself. I've known the girl for two years; I can just tell it’s hard for her to handle.

She took a seat on the white leather couch and brought her hands up to her face, covering her green eyes, pink lips, and pale face. I don’t think she was crying but either way, I comforted her.

I rubbed my hand up and down on her back, calming her down a slight bit. I've never seen her like this. She wasn’t crying but she wasn’t happy either. I wouldn’t say depressed was the word but it was sure close to it.

Then the tears started. She was crying, making noises no one can describe into her hands. Well that’s unsanitary!

I removed her hands this time giving her a hug. She cried into my shirt as I held her close. I desperately wanted to know who did this to her so I could beat his ass! It’s most likely a guy making her cry this hard.

Ever since she came out to London, we all bonded with her. She was like a sister to all of us, not just Harry. We’re all protective over her except Harry is a lot more. I felt bad for her, I've never heard her cry this much. At least she was getting it all out now instead of taking it out on someone else.

The crying abruptly stopped. The only noise that filled my flat now was her hiccups. It was kinda cute though, in a not weird way.

“I’ll go make some tea,” I blurted. The funny thing about Lilah is that something warm or sweet will cheer her up in an instance. Louis’s the same way. Maybe that’s why they’re such a good couple.