Escaper - Zayn Malik Fanfiction - Completed.

Chapter 7

~Lydia's P.O.V~

Sitting on the one of the kitchen's stools. My hot cup of coffee cupped in my hands, warming them up. I was staring at practically nothing.

I blinked as I started to mentally make a schedule for the day. I will get myself ready, go to college, ignore everyone, at least I'll try to, waste some of my time before I come back home, take a long nap since I don't have work today, eat, study, and back to bed. Pretty much everything.

I got up and placed the now empty cup in the sink and headed to the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and of course, kept admiring myself for the next five minutes on the mirror. I looked better than the day before. I didn't look that tired, quite comfortable enough. As I made my way back to my bedroom, I found Marcus lying on my bed casually. His hands resting under his head and he was looking up at the ceilings. Was he thinking of something? Or was he waiting for me to come to the room so he can tell me something?

I glanced down at myself just to make sure I was wearing something decent that wouldn't make him get close to me and touch me like last night. I definitely didn't want that to happen again. I was wearing a tank top with sweat pants. Plain enough to keep him away.

"I already saw you almost naked, I can picture your sexy body no matter what you're wearing, now." He said, still facing the ceiling, interrupting my thoughts. I mentally groaned and took a step back but making sure he didn't notice it.

"Is there something you want to tell me? I need to get ready quick." I wanted to get straight to the point and leave this house as fast as I could.

"I do have something to say, smart girl." He faced me this time. "I need you to buy me clothes."

"What?" I stood there dumbfounded for a moment. "I can't buy you clothes. I don't know what size you are and all." That was true. And I actually didn't feel like getting him anything at all. I wasn't going to spend my money to buy clothes to some murderer. And that wasn't an act of cheapness.

"Then figure it out. I've been wearing this shirt and those pants from the first day I've been here." He stood up from the bed.

"I can't. I'm not that good with outfits. Especially, when it comes to guys." I admitted.

"Why? Haven't you ever bought clothes for your boyfriend?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me. I shook my head slowly.

"Ni- He buys them by himself." It's not like I'm his wife to go buy him shirts and pants.

"Then I'll go with you." He declared. I looked at him with shock. Go with me?! What if he gets caught?! What if they take me with him?! I'm not a murderer nor did I try to break the law or something. I'm downright innocent.

"They won't know me." I didn't believe him. How could I?!

"You're going to be late for college." He said before leaving the room. I looked at my clock and realized that I'd be late if I stated standing in place. So I got myself ready quickly, and left the house to college.

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"Lydia!" I heard my name being called while I was heading to the room where a lecture was about to start. I could just skip it and get the important details from one of my friends, but why not show up when I could?

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as I turned around to face Niall. I smiled as he hugged me.

"It's been ages since you last spoke to me. I'm actually getting worried." He said. I felt the guilt rushing in my body, just thinking bout how I was treating Niall.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'm just sort of busy." I said, looking behind him. I didn't want to look at him. Lying right in his face.

"What about your phone? Did you fix it yet?" He reached out for my hand and entwined our fingers. I shook my head at him. "I can't fix it. Well, I can, but it'll cost too much, so I'd rather buy a new one."