I took off in a run, keeping my gaze straight ahead of me as I sprinted to my apartment.
The cold wind forced against me as I ran, causing my eyes to water but I didn't stop pressing myself to go faster.
I reach Chester street and pushed myself to spring as I neared my complex. I flung myself up the wooden stairs and fumbled with my keys before I frustratingly forced them into the keyhole of the door.
I stepped in and slammed the door behind me, not forgetting to lock it.
Sighing, I slid myself down the wall and onto the floor.
"I'm ridiculous." I said to myself.
I was being totally ridiculous.
The 'guy' in the street was probably not even real. I had to be seeing things. No one could just disappear like that.
I mean what the fuck.
I push myself up and off of the floor before walking back to my room.
I grab some dark, baggy sweatpants and a tank top along with underwear before entering the bathroom and snatching two towels from the closet.
I let the coolness of the water trickle down onto my body in the shower as I began lathering up my hair with shampoo.
Uneasiness fell upon me as I let the water rinse the lather from my hair. Something wasn't right here. Do you ever get that feeling that you know that there's some sort of presence near you? Even though you were alone a few seconds before?
Well that's what I felt. And that's when I heard it. A loud clank came from the other side of the shower curtain and my heart about leaped out of my damn chest.
I nearly scream when I hear the noise. My hands shakily pull back the curtain, enough for my head to peek out.
My eyes peer into the bathroom. Absolutely nothing was there.
Everything seems to be placed where it was when I had gotten into the shower. Okay then.
I finish washing myself and step into my room with a towel wrapped tightly around my body, as well as one wrapped around my hair.
I quickly dress into my undergarments, my eyes still looking around nervously, before letting my damp hair down. It cascades around my shoulders in loose, wet, waves.
I get into the sweats and tank top before deciding to just let my hair air dry.
I plop onto my bed and stare blankly at the ceiling.
My body language was calm but my heart was racing.
What the hell is going on with me.
Zayn's Point of View.
I pace the floors of my bedroom.
I can't get my mind off of Chloe.
Just her name makes me feel like my heart is on fire.
Something inside of me is urging me to feel the need to protect her.
I want to keep her safe. I don't want anyone else to touch her, be with her, or even talk to her.
I want her to be mine.
Mine and only mine.
I slide my hands through my hair in frustration.
I've never ever felt this way about a girl before. She was unique. In every single way.
I needed to be with her.
I flop down onto my four post bed, settling onto the maroon and velvet duvet. Just as I closed my eyes to maybe soothe my racing mind, the bedroom door swung open, and my gaze snapped back open.
"Did Louis leave?" I press curiously, not even bothering to see who it is.
"Yeah, he's probably at her apartment right now. She'll be safe tonight." Liam's voice answers and I nod.
"Good."
"Zayn, I don't think she needs anyone watching over her. Honestly, I think she can fend for herself." Liam says to me as I stare at the black canopy that cascades above my bed on the posts.
"I just want to make sure that nothing harms her." I shrug, not making eye contact with the lad.
"Are you sure it's not because there's some kind of possession you feel towards her-"
"No." I lie sternly, waving him off.
"Fine," He sighs. "but if Chloe finds out that you sent Lou to look after her tonight, she's going to be totally freaked out by you."
"She won't find out. Lou is one of the best at sneaking around and such. And you know it." I answer while resting my palms at the back of my head casually.
Liam sends me another heavy sigh before I hear his footsteps trudge out of the room and the door clicks shut.
I got up off of the bed before making my way over to my window.
I set myself on the window seat before propping the window open, letting the midnight breeze blow into my bedroom, calming my quick pulse.
I reach out and snake my hand through the black, metal, bars, and to the flower basket that was propped up against the outside of the house.
I pluck a dark blue rose from the soil and bring it back through the bars and in front of my eyes.
I study every detail of the petals. The color of the rose caught ahold of my attention.
Dark blue. Like Chloe's eyes.
Chloe's Point of View.
Oh gosh I'm going insane.
Either that or there's someone in my fucking apartment and they're going to get their ass beat.
My hands were starting to shake; horror was one of the many words that I was feeling. Horror and anger.
Quietly, I grab the metal baseball bat that I kept on the side of my bed before tiptoeing out of my bedroom and down the hall until I reach the living room.
"Hello?" I ask. "anyone here?"
There was no answer. Silence was the only thing I was hearing.
I lightly laugh at my stupidity, thinking that someone had broken in.
How immature can I get?
Making my way into the kitchen, I placed the bat against the counter before grabbing one of my half drunken smoothies from the fridge.
I sip on the drink while flipping through my mail another time. I throw most of the junk away before turning back to the living room.
The air seemed colder, making me shudder as I glance across every inch of the room.
I hear breathing, not mine. Definitely not mine because I was just about hyperventilating. This breathing sounded steady, very quiet.
"I won't call the cops if you leave right now." I call out firmly even though I feel as if I could faint.
Silence.
My fucking gosh. I'm talking to myself again.
I push my thick hair out of my face and lean against the counter. I look out of the window at the sprinkling rain just as I see something out of the corner of my eye.
I clutch into my chest and push myself harder against the counter as a figure walks out from one of the shadowy corners in the apartment. I can't make out any of the person's features because the room is so dark, and I can't speak, my voice feels literally stuck in my throat.
The figure turns and looks at me and I can see the glossiness from the whites of their eyes. They stare at me for a moment before leaving right out of the front door.
