Once Again

The Package

(Zayn's POV)

I watch her stumble out of the club quite viciously and she looks around. I see her as she squints to see her phone and she calls someone.

When that doesn't work she tries again. Oh Tay...you look rough...I'm sorry I did this to you... I watch as she stumbles down the sidewalk and then stops to look around.

She spots her car and then walks into the street without looking. My eyes widen when I hear screeching tires. Tay stops and looks towards it with wide eyes.

MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!!! I stare wide eyed when she doesn't move. I zoom across the street and it's like slow motion. Once I get to her I pick her up bridal style.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her hair whips around slowly. She clutches my chest and I zoom us back across the street and set her down behind a tree.

She's quivering fear her grip still on my chest. I stare down at her beautiful face for a bit when I notice that she has dark circles under her eyes.

She no longer looks happy, she doesn't even give off the happy vibe she usually does. She opens her eyes and they widen drastically and she gasps.

She opens her mouth to speak but I know that I'll end up staying with her and I'm still angry about what happened. So I zoom off leaving her behind.

I hear her crying in the distance and it breaks my heart. It's not that I don't care, it's that I do care. That's why I can't be around right now. That may not make sense to her but I have to think.

I've been watching over her and she's not doing okay. She puts on a brave face but she's not okay at all. She's so strong, not many people can still go out and at least try to be happy when they're not.

I know I'm the cause of this but...She started it all when she let that psychopath in our home. I stop outside of a motel and sigh.

I've been staying at this motel for the past couple of days. It's okay, I mean it's not home but I can't go back there. I miss her a lot...and our baby girl.

So then stop being a fuck nut and go home Zayn. My subconscious says to me. It's right I should go home...but I'm not going to just yet. I still have some unfinished business.
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(Taylor's POV)

I roll over and groan because of the bright light. "Ohh, what the fucking shit?" I mumble and hold my head. Jesus I feel like I've been bashed by a car......

I sit up slowly and then feel the lurch in my throat. "Oh." I cover my mouth and rip the covers off my body and quickly run to the toilet. I release my fluids of whatever I had last night into the toilet bowl for a solid hour and a half.

I'm a champion...what a great role model for my child I am.... note my sarcasm. I sit down and sigh. I run a hand through my hair and then stand up. I flush away all the contents and then brush my teeth.

I then get in the shower to scrub off any trace of last night's regrets and stay in there for a while. What all happened last night?....

I think for a while with my hand pressed against the tiled shower wall. Then it hits me. The guy, almost getting hit, Zayn saving me, Josh not believing me and then coming home pissed off....

Zayn saved me but when I tried to speak he left before I could utter anything. I guess he doesn't care for what I have to say....I sigh and clean my face. I turn the water off then step out and towel off.

I wrap the towel around my body and comb through my hair. I stare at my reflection and frown. I know this girl...She was once beautiful, she had a full face not too full, but healthy.