One Direction One Shots 3

Never Again (Zayn)

“What were you thinking?” He bursted out, angrily.

“Just testing security,” Danielle snapped back. “It sucks.”

 “Did you understand what you were doing?”

She rolled her eyes. “Like you care about anyone but yourself.”

Zayn scoffed. “Right back to you, sweetheart.”

Danielle continued walking, refusing to look at her boyfriend, the harsh winds whipping her hair around. Zayn stared stonily ahead.

How could she be so foolish? How could she not care about her safety? How could she not care how much it would hurt him if she was hurt?

She looked straight ahead as she walked along the damp, cracked pavement. She could feel the tears prickling in her eyes as she fought to restrain them. She bit her lip painfully and breathed out heavily.

She felt his gaze flicker to her. His calculating gaze assessing her. She turned her head slightly to the side so she could catch his gaze, his dark scorching eyes burning into her, as if they could read her. She turned away swiftly, avoiding his gaze once more.

Danielle gulped. Why did he always have such an effect on her? Even with the most simple looks, she’d feel the most passionate emotions. Sometimes not always a good thing.

As they turned the corner to his street, a crowd of fans swarmed them, or more specifically, him.

Despite their still pending argument, Zayn protectively wrapped his arm around her, pressing her body close to his. Well as close as possible with their coats and scarves between the two of them.

Half dragging her, he pulled her through the crowd, sprinting downhill along the street. The smacking of their shoes hitting the pavement reverberated down the street. The rain was pouring now, quickly soaking their gloves and coats with freezing winter rain. It was as if the grey overcast sky had finally let go, the pelting droplets of rain hitting them with every force.

As Zayn pulls her forward, she lurches against the steep slope and slips suddenly on the slick cement. Before she could slam headfirst to the floor, a strong, firm arm caught her waist and brought her close to his body once more.

Danielle swallowed loudly. Zayn breathed in deeply, his eyes drifting shut as he took in her sweet fragrance he’d always been so familiar with. She felt him relax against her, his taut muscles loosening, his head buried in her hair. She leaned into his chest, warmth radiating from him, even through his soaked clothing. He smelt clean, like fresh rain and the morning dew of grass. She inhaled deeply, drowning in his scent that she’d missed so much.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me,” Zayn mumbled into her hair.

Danielle couldn’t help but melt into his arms. All the tension from earlier slowly leaving her body.

“Why did you have to run away?” He said earnestly. “Couldn’t you have waited a bit longer? For me?”

She looked up. “I’m sorry. I would have. I was just so angry.”

He sighed. “Did you know what things ran through my mind when your Mother called that you were gone? All the scenarios I’d pictured you in.” He sounded pained.

Danielle gulped.

“You don’t know how worried I’ve been. And you didn’t even have the courtesy to call. Afterfive days, five days in which I’ve been out of my mind in worry.” He pressed her even closer.