Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 55

chapter 55

Walking up the stairs to my home, I gave a quick glance at the full moon and sighed. It had rained the entire week; tonight would be the first dry night.

I heard a coyote howl then; gingerly turning around to look behind me, I shuddered, feeling goose bumps creeping onto my skin. It was a starless and quiet night and I’m afraid, I didn’t stay to give it company.

Throwing my car keys into my school bag, I ransacked it in return. Finally, my fingers wrapped themselves around the silver key and I pulled it out. Oddly enough, I felt someone’s gaze drilling into my back and I turned around.

Of course, nobody was there.

Instead of relief, paranoia burst into my heart when the recent news report of a murderer lurking these streets came into memory. Flinging myself around in panic, I jammed the slim key into the hole and quickly unlocked my door. Hurling it open, I nearly threw myself inside before slamming the door shut and locking it tightly.

I was breathing fast, my knuckles white in fear, my head spinning.

I wished for perhaps, the thousandth time that Zayn were still with me.

“You’re pathetic,” I said to myself, before walking down the hall.

It was the truth.

It was the first of March and I still found myself hoping for the day when I would wake up and it would just be like waking up from a horrifying nightmare. But each day, I awakened in the morning, filled with aching and not relief. Each day, I went to sleep with the same wishful thinking, the same burning hope that he would call, that he would ring the doorbell.

I will be the first to admit that I was lonely.

Dinner was almost humorous in its silence and the minute I would come home from school or gran’s or Floyt’s Story, I would put my voice away and only use it again the next morning when I had to.

Sighing, I pulled at the hair tie and frowned when I remembered that Zayn would always do that for me. Walking into my bedroom, I bent down to turn the lamp on and started to undress before slipping into my bathroom. I shivered a bit when I was completely naked, walking into the bathtub without life. Turning the nozzle, I closed my eyes and for the first time in a long time, smiled.

This week had been extremely busy and extremely stressful for me as my school year was coming to an end. Yesterday had been the last day of genetics. Avoiding Liam’s gaze, I had graduated with the third highest mark in genetics, ended out with a satisfying average, and had spoken to Dr. Brent about starting residency.

Unfortunately for me, I wouldn’t have summer holiday.

I started at Bradford General Hospital in two weeks.

After graduation, I had gone straight home with grandma. She’d asked me why Zayn wasn’t there and I’d told her the flat out truth. She’d sat me down and given me tea and explained that boys would always come and go, that I would meet someone new, that this wasn’t it for me. She didn’t understand.

Granddad would’ve.

Mentally slapping myself for thinking that way, I suddenly remembered Al–but the anger that had fueled my rage all those weeks ago was gone. I was just sad now. Along with a lover, I had lost friends as well.

Walking out of the shower, I got dressed in an old shirt that I half guessed was dirty and some PJ shorts before wrapping my hair in a towel and walking out of my bathroom. Almost instantly, my phone began ringing and for a second, I thought it was Zayn.