Fame. (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 3 <3

Ryleigh's POV

5-10-10

"You have arrived in Cheshire, England" the pilot said in a monotonous tone.

Zayn politely took my hand and helped me up from my seat. I stepped over to the lugage compartments and pulled my suitcase down on top of me, resulting in me falling onto the floor like an idiot. I just started laughing when I saw Zayn standing over me, smiling.

"Maybe you should let me do the lifting," he jokingly scolded me like a child.

Once again, Zayn took my hand and hoisted me up onto my feet. Dang he's so strong and muscular, yet slender at the same time. I really have to stop staring at him.

"Oops! Were creating a line..." I noticed some angry looking fellows behind us.

"Then out we go!" Zayn quickly said, suitcase in hand, down the galley.

We were walking out of our gate when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a man who looked strangely familiar. I feel like I should know him from somewhere...

He turned around and I could really see his face then.

He had a fat balding head and dark black eyes like... Like the man I saw on the blue line two years ago. He must have seen me staring at him because he locked his beady eyes with mine and waved his pudgy hand in my direction. I tensed up and a shudder ran down my spine while Zayn looked at me kind of funny.

"Zayn can I please go use the bathroom?" I just needed to get away for a minute.

"Sure- is everything alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom," I lied and walked off toward the ladies room.

Zayn's POV

Something was definately not right with Ryleigh. I decided I wouldnt worry about it and just sat down in a seat beside the gate we just came out of.

She seems like an extremly nice girl. I'm starting to like her actually. Ovbiously not in the way I feel about Perrie, and speaking of which, I havent seen her in 3 months. Man, has it really been that long? I came over to the US to find an easy DJ job to get enough money to support our band but it only felt like a couple of weeks. Anyway, I think she would like the atmosphere of Cheshire. Very bohemian and relaxed. Quite nice people too! Thats why I moved here from Braford. Everyone was just so friendly! Whatever the problem, Ryleigh seems pretty self sufficient so Im sure she'll figure it out.

Hmmmm... Okay its been 7 minutes, should I start to worry about Ryleigh? Nah. She's probably fine. I'll give it another couple.

Ryleigh's POV

Running into the bathroom, I locked myself in a stall and let 2 minutes pass in scilence. God Ryleigh, you have to stop freaking out all the time. I had panic attacks for the first 6 months after I was assulted in Chicago. I was definately not going to let myself do that in front of Zayn, someone who I literally just met, and already felt a strong connection to. Another 3 minutes passed. I was about to come out when I saw a pair of men's shoes in the bathroom. A big lump formed in my throat, thinking that the man had probably come to finish what he started. After another minute, with tears brushing past my cheeks, I texted Ashly that I was in trouble.

A minute later, she texted me back, "Get out of the airport. Trust me. You'll be okay. Have you met anyone yet?"

I sent her back a short message about Zayn.

"Ooooh! Sounds fun! Text me how he is!" She replied.

My face flushed, and I mustered up enough courage to bust open the bathroom door.

Zayn's POV

After about 2 minutes I got worried and went closer up to the bathroom door.

I decided that people would probably stare at me if I pressed my ear up against the door, so I knocked softly, "Ryleigh, are you okay?' I called.

No response.

I heard a deep gravely voice talking inside the room, then a muffled cry and a loud crash.

Finally I shoved on the door, ready to attack anyone in there.

Suddenly the door opened leaving me standing there dumbly.

"Oh Zayn! I'm so sorry, I didnt realize, I got a bit panicked-" she started to explain with tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.

"Its okay, are you okay? I heard a voice so I tried to come in, but the door was locked,"

"A man... A man I knew, sort of, came in and he grabbed me and I pushed him into the paper towel dispenser and then that made a loud bang and then he bounced back at me so I kicked him and he fell into the sink and he hit his head and is unconscious I hope but that was a stone sink and he might have died and then that means I killed him and I don't know what to do-"

I pulled her into a hug, cutting her off from her nervous rant. I feel awful for not realizing earlier that somthing WAS wrong. "Shhhhhh..." I soothed her, rubbing her back. She seemed to relax a little.

"If you are okay now, thats all I'm worried about. We should get you out of here though," I said starting to slowly walk toward our luggage. "Where do you know this man from, did he hurt you in any way?"

"I don't think now is the time to talk about this," she sniffled.

"If you don't want to talk, that is okay with me. Just know that I'll be here for you when you are."