Lost

Chapter 35: Relations Revealed

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Zayn's P.O.V.

Zayn ran up the stairs to his room and slammed the door behind him. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against it. He cursed himself when he heard Claire shouting downstairs, calling him a brat. He had promised himself he would not fight her again and here he was.

Taking a deep breath, Zayn pushed away from the door and turned around.

"What in the world . . !" he exclaimed.

"Hi there, Zayn," came the greeting in reply.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

She ignored him. Casually sitting in his chair next to the desk and going through his drawing pad, was Agent Alex Wickfield. The longer she spent flicking through his drawing book, the higher Zayn's blood pressure climbed.

"Nice drawings," Alex commented, putting the notebook to the side, "I see some insect themes in the recent ones. I wonder why is that?"

"Get. Out." Zayn gritted his teeth.

"Yeah well, I don't exactly plan on spending the rest of my life in here." She shrugged. "I mean it's cozy but as --"

"Alex," Zayn said more forcefully, trying to keep his voice down but failing, "I said GET OUT! What the hell are you doing in my room!"

"-- soon as I'm done with you, I'll be out," she continued like Zayn never interrupted her. "So."

Totally disregarding Zayn's glower like he wasn't trying to burn her to a crisp by merely glaring at her, Alex fixed the sleeve of her shirt as if she was getting ready for a high profile office dinner. While outside, in the hallway, Claire collided with Niall, both of whom were rushing towards Zayn's room, startled by his loud yelling

"Ow!"

"Claire?" Niall cried in surprise, grabbing her arm to steady her. "I thought you were inside with Zayn -"

"I think I told you not to do anything to break my trust," they heard a familiar voice tell Zayn.

"Who's inside?" Claire asked. Niall shrugged, but before he could voice his cluelessness he was cut short by Zayn's response.

"Oh, did I break it?" Zayn asked sarcastically, "Congratulations. Now OUT!"

"You are in a lot of --"

"I DON'T CARE!" Zayn yelled, making the two of them jump. Not wasting a moment, Claire grabbed the door knob and barged in.

"What the hell?!" Niall gave a shocked cry when he saw a familiar looking brunette.

"Agent Wickfield?" Claire expressed her surprise.

"Hi, Miss Anderson, Mr. Flintoff!" The agent smiled sweetly, looking cool as a cucumber. "It's nice to see you both."

Two pairs of surprised blue eyes flitted between a fuming Zayn, who looked tired and exasperated, to a beaming FBI agent who looked like she was enjoying a stroll on a sunny beach.

"Why did you let her in?!" Zayn shot at Niall.

"I --" Niall struggled with his words as he looked between the two, "I didn't."

"What?"

"He didn't." Agent wickfield smiled. "I let myself in, three minutes and twenty seven seconds before he arrived."

"I didn't see you use the front door," Niall said, confused. "How did you --"

"I don't need front doors to enter, Mr. Flintoff." The agent chuckled. "I don't like --"