The Game (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

They somehow managed to fall asleep, even though they were all squished together on the sofa. The cartoon's were playing as their eyes slowly closed, their heads tilting, their breathing becoming steady. They felt safe, falling asleep beside each other. No one was alone. Everyone was close. What they all needed, was to have Harry back.

Zayn woke up in the middle of the night. The cartoon's were still playing, and the volume was low, so it couldn't have been that that woke him up. He thought he had heard something coming from the hallway. He looked around the room. Everything looked the same, so what was it?

"Click. Click. Click."

Three clicks could be heard, and he was right. It was coming from the hallway. He slowly stood up, and listened.

"Click. Click. Click."

What is that? He thought. He slowly walked over to the door, listening closely.

"Click. Click. Click."

It was definitely coming from the hallway. He put his ear to the door, and listened. When he did, he swore he could hear someone breathing, very heavily. He slowly moved his head away from the door, terrified. The peephole. He could look through the peephole to see what it was.

As much as he didn't want to, he had to know what it was. And if him and the others were safe.

He slowly moved in toward the peephole, it was inches away from his face. He swallowed hard, and looked through.

The hallway was dark. The lights weren't on like they usually were. Like they were supposed to be. Then something moved down the hallway, fairly quickly.

Zayn couldn't tell if it actually was something, or if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Whatever was going on, it had him terrified. He moved away from the door, backing up a few steps.

"Click. Click. Click."

Zayn felt like he was gasping for air, and he grabbed at his throat. He fell to the floor on his knees, trying to breathe.

Someone grabbed his shoulder and began to shake him. "Zayn? Zayn?! Come on man, breathe!"

The lamp next to the sofa was turned on, and everyone rushed over. Liam was the one next to him.

"Zayn! Breathe, man, breathe!"

When Zayn breathed in, he opened his eyes. He was laying on the sofa. Everyone was standing around him.

"W-what happened?" He looked around.

"When we woke up, you were asleep, but you were grabbing at your throat and gasping for air." Louis answered.

"But... it couldn't have been a dream... it couldn't have..." He said to himself.

"What dream?" Bre asked.

"Click. Click. Click."

There was the sound again. And it was still coming from the hallway.

"What is that?" Niall looked at the others. "Sounds like it's coming from the hallway."

"It is..." Zayn said. "It was in my dream as well."

Kay looked at him. "What else was in your dream, Zayn?" She asked.

"Something was in the hallway, but I couldn't make it out."

Liam grabbed Zayn's hand and helped him stand up. "Well, we're going to check it out."

They walked to the door, Zayn was trying to hold back. "No. You can't go out there."

"Why?" Riss asked.