"Well, this is it." Zayn sighs, letting my bag drop to the ground. I stand behind him nervously, leaning around his muscular frame to have a quick look around his flat.
It's small, but surprisingly clean. Nothing extremely fancy but not as run down as the outside looks. My heart still beats madly in my chest though, watching Zayn slide of his sneakers and kick them to the side. Ruffling his hair slightly, he disappears down the hall, leaving me still standing alone at the door.
I turn towards the door and test the handle. Locked. Why does he insist on locking everything? I try again, twisting and yanking at the door knob feverishly.
"But you haven't even taken off your shoes yet." Zayn chuckles from behind me. I whirl around, finding him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Why do you lock everything?" I ask accusingly, letting my hand drop from the door.
He smirks, "It's so you don't get away."
With that he turns and disappears around the corner and into the flat, shaking his head slightly. I frown, feeling my stomach twist with discomfort.
"Well are you coming?" Zayn calls from inside, making me jump. I slide off my shoes and pick up my bag, carefully rounding the corner into a living room. It has a small tv and couch, connected to a cramped but tidy kitchen.
"You'll be staying in my room." he says, reaching for my arm to lead me down a different hall. I stay stationary, digging my heels into the ground.
"I can stay on the couch." I stammer, stepping back from him slightly.
Zayn's eyes darken. "Don't be ridiculous." he scoffs, "You're staying in my room whether you want to or not. I wasn't asking."
His hand closes around my elbow, dragging me down another hall and into his room. It's big and dark and terrifying. A light flips on, flooding the room with an eerie glow that sends shadows dancing along the floor.
"Get changed. You need to get to bed." he announces. I look pointedly towards the small window in the corner.
"It's day time."
Zayn yanks open a dresser drawer, digging around before pulling out shorts and a tshirt. "But you're tired."
And he's right, I am utterly tired and haven't had a goodnight sleep since the accident. I'm haunted by fear, the terror keeping me up into the late hours. I'm afraid to sleep. But afraid to stay awake.
I blink, noticing his close proximity. He's bent down, our noses almost touching. I can make out every one of his long lashes and the tiny freckle on his cheek.
"I like you." he says, "Even though you're stubborn as hell."
Dipping his head down near my ear, I feel his hot breathe on my cheek "But you gotta relax a bit sweetheart. I'm your friend here."
A gasp escapes my lips, but I stand my ground. Reluctantly he backs off and hands me the bundle of his clothes. With that he turns without a word. The door slams shut behind him, making me flinch as his footsteps echoe back down the hall.
Wriggling out of my skinny jeans I slip on his basketball shorts. They feel soft and smell just like him. I've just pulled his shirt over my head when the sound of shattering glass rips through the air.
"Zayn?" I shriek, tearing out of his room. Fear clenches my stomach as I round the corner.
"Stay where you are Katie!" Zayn yells, voice laced with anger. I ignore him though, running into the living room to find shards of glass scattered across the floor, a large gaping hole in the window. Zayns holding a large rock tightly in his hands, staring at it with his eyebrows furrowed.
"They found us." he growls, dropping the rock on the floor.
I take a tentative step into the room, "What happened? Who found us?"
His head jerks towards me, eyes darkening when they land on mine. "I told you to stay where you were!" he shouts, "Why can't you listen- oh no, Katie stop!"
Pain shoots through my foot, making me cry out and stumble backwards. Blood is oozing from the slash along my heel, accidently cut on some glass on the ground.
"I told you to stay put!" Zayn huffs, carefully coming over to me and sweeping me off the ground. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me and sets me down on the kitchen counter.
"It doesn't hurt." I lie, as he grabs my foot gently and switches on the running water of the sink. He dips my wound under the cold spray of the faucet. When it comes in contact with the cut, I can't help but whimper slightly.
Zayn shakes his head, "You're quite clumsy aren't you? I wonder how many times I've stopped you from getting hurt and being hit by a car. Now you've gone and stepped on glass."
His tounge sticks out between his lips as he concentrates, eyes screwed up as he dabs at the wound. "It's not a big deal." I huff with a wave of my hand.
Zayn doesn't answer, instead pulls out a bandage and presses it gently to my skin. He then lifts me back up and carries me to his couch, setting me down carefully. "Stay here." he commands, before going to examine the window.
"Don't boss me around." I pout. Peering over the cushion, I watch him poke the jagged glass. Tires squel from outside, the sound of a car racing down the road.
Zayn turns, looking extremely troubled. "Well?" I pester.
He comes over and pushes my hair out of the way of my face, staring me down carefully. "You aren't leaving my sight for a while."
I smack his hand away, "Wait! Who was it?"
The sound of a phone ringing cuts me off. Zayn digs around in his pocket for a moment, extracting his cell.
"Hey Liam." Zayn says, turning away from me. I listen to Liam's muffled voice from the other end. He sounds a little panicky.
"Calm down!" Zayn huffs, "She's with me. Yeah. No I'm not bringing her back home." his eyes dart over to me for a second. "Don't worry mate. You don't need to come over, seriously. Damn it!"
He hangs up the phone and closes his eyes briefly, letting out a slow sigh. I can see the worry and exhaustion etched into his face. What I miss is seeing him smile. It's been a while.
"Liam's coming over." Zayn grumbles, looking frustrated. "He's worried about you being over here."
He crosses his arms, looking extremely pouty as he glares down at his phone. And I can't help but admire him, the lengths he goes to to keep me safe and by his side is astonishing. Right now, all I want to do is laugh with my protecter and see the darkness leave his expression.
I slide off the couch, wincing as my foot comes in contact with the floor. "Well he can join our party then."
"Party?" Zayn asks, following me with his eyes as I flip on the radio on the counter.
"A party." I exclaim, "A dancing party. You are too stressed out Zayn. You need to relax. You need to dance a bit." The room fills with an upbeat tune, as I grab his hands cautiously. I'm not used to being the one to engage in contact first.
"But you need to sleep." Zayn tries to back away, "I gotta clean up the glass."
"Do it later." I murmur, carefully wrapping my arms around his neck and tugging him across the living room. His hands settle softly on my waist.
"I don't dance!" Zayn laughs, spinning me around.
I giggle, falling into his strong arms. "Neither do I."
The room fills with our laughter and crackling radio music. Our feet move across the floor to the beat, and darkness clears away from Zayns eyes as a smile lights up his features. I'm lifted into the air and whirled around. He feels warm against me and smells nice and sounds happy. Sun rays shine in through the hole in the window, reflecting off shattered glass on the floor.
And we dance.
And for a moment, I'm no scared of him or anything at all. It's pure bliss.
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Twisted Friendship
Fanfiction"Growing up, I was always told to surround myself with good people, yet here I am with you." ------------ (warning this was my first ever fanfic and it is very predictable and cliche and bad and doesn't display my current writing ability. Liter...
