Don't Get Hurt (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 2 - Chasing Her

AN - I hadn't really planned out the last part of this chapter so I just sort of quickly wrote something for it. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the song that I've put with this chapter is Chasing Pavements by Adele.

Zayn’s P.O.V

I watched awkwardly from the doorframe as everyone walked out. It only struck me now that something had happened before I walked in.

I told Aime I’d go to the lounge and leave her alone to unpack or whatever and then awkwardly shuffled away.

“What just happened in there?” I asked Harry as I saw him sat on one of the sofas in the lounge. All he did though was shrug as if he didn’t know himself even though he had been involved in whatever it was.

People slowly started coming out their rooms after a while and joining Harry and me in the lounge where we were watching TV. Aime still hadn’t come out though so I decided, whilst everyone else was distracted with the football game that was on the screen, to go and check she was alright. After all, it had to have been at least an hour.

When I got back to her room I knocked lightly on the door and after getting no answer I cautiously opened the door and stepped in, spotting her sat on the floor, leaning her back against the wall, in the exact same place she had been standing earlier. She was currently staring at the other side of the room, obviously in very deep thought. I felt bad for leaving her earlier, if I would have known she would’ve ended up like this I would have stayed with her. I slowly walked over to her and knelt down in front of her.

“You alright Aims?” I asked, genuinely worried.

“Mhmm” She mumbled, not breaking her stare from the other side of the room. I hated seeing her like this; she looked so fragile.

 I moved my body so it was next to hers and pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest against my shoulder as she breathed deeply – finally breaking her stare to look up at me a little and I smiled slightly back down at her.

We both stayed silent and unmoving for a while; just looking at each other while she was in my arms. She was truly beautiful but I could never admit that to anyone, firstly Louis would literally slaughter me for finding his sister attractive, I knew he was protective of her ever since he moved out and didn’t spend time with her anymore. Secondly, no one else would ever let me forget it. I’d be on my deathbed and someone would remind me of it. I had actually thought it for quite a while but of course I couldn’t let anyone in on that without being completely humiliated.

I got completely trapped in my thoughts of how incredible she was, it wasn’t just the fact that she was beautiful, although she was, because I honestly don’t care what a girl looks like, but she has an amazing, friendly, bubbly personality as well and she is just so easy to get along with. She may be younger than me but she is just as mature as me… or I’m just as immature as her, either way we’re on the same wave length and I like to have that connection with her where she just seems to understand what I’m on about which is quite often a rare connection I make with people. There was something else about her though; something that I couldn’t describe in words but it was there. There was something.

Aime’s P.O.V

He had come to see me. Zayn had been the one out of everyone to check if I was okay, to see if I was alright. Not my own brother, not one of my other close friends. Zayn.

I looked up at him and he looked back down at me, and even though I could feel my cheeks warm up and I assumed they were turning a light shade of pink just from seeing him looking at me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. I stayed sat there and my head moved slightly from his shoulder and ended up resting on his warm chest, I could feel the heat of his skin through his top; I dreamt of this moment so many times before in my life and here it was happening, us in this moment.