The Strings Attached | Zayn Malik

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"Don't let go."

I grabbed ahold of the unresponsive Harry. I mentally groan how heavy he is.

My eyes stinging, I look up underwater to see a great open space with a convenient log to pull Harry up on. I give a couple tugs but Harry is -er- very much larger than me.

I hear a boat engine, probably the boys saw us fa-. My vision starts to blurr. I start to panic, trying to swim to the surface. Almost there.

"Ah!" I take a breath in. I did it. I made it. Then I remembered Harry next to me still not waking up. I push and pull to get him on the log. I see a boat making its way to us. They were still far away and my legs were getting exhausted from the consistency of swimming in place. I swear Jaws is coming any second.

I'm still breathing heavily as I rest my eyes on the log.

I'm so tired.

So tired.

Tir-

"I hate you!" A voice echoes, I recognize as my own through my mind.

"You shut up, right now!" A new voice screamed. A bright yellow light was blinding me, I couldn't tell what was happening. Soon enough, my eyes adjusted to see it was me in a soccer mom's van with my apparent brother and parents. The light I saw previously were the headlights of the large car.

I moved into my younger body. I couldn't solve how old I was. "I won't!" I screamed. Why did I do that? I'm going to get myself killed! My supposed father turned around and screamed in my small round face. What were we fighting about? I couldn't control anything I was doing.

While I was yelling back at my Dad my mind continued to figure out what was happening. In the corner of my eye, on the side, I see my brother crying, screaming for my father to look back at the road. For some reason myself, or younger self, turned to my tear filled brother and screamed back at him, but I didn't care what I was saying. All I was thinking about was trying to find who he is. He had very similar features as Jack.

"Owen, stop it!" My mother shouted. Owen obeyed and stopped while hiding his round petite face in his hands. My body moved to see what he was hiding from. I move from my father's screaming. I see the road is about to end.

I cry and cry, "Turn around!"

"Don't tell me what to do!" Was his only response.

Black

Dark

Red

So much red

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"Jane!" Stop the screaming! My brain told me. S-stop! I wanted to cry out. I was shivering an uncommonly amount, but I wasn't cold, or was I? I am extremely out of it. I have no idea if I'm cold or not. "Harry!" Another scream. Harry? He wasn't in the car? Why would they- HARRY. My heavy eyelids lift open automatically from the sound of his name. I look at my surroundings and do what I'm taught to do, find the solution.

1. Study my surroundings

2. Find the noises or other distractions

3. See the problem

4. Fix it

I realize I'm on the uncomfortable log I placed Harry on. He woke up and was hugging me, crying. He was shaking as well. My body finds that I am in fact shivering, but my tremor was mostly from Harry's shaking me to wake up. The noise was from the cruise boat that was once was far away now surprisingly close to us. "Harry?" My voice cracked. His smile could fix any problem it seemed. He smiled as wide as the ocean, I couldn't help but smile back.