Ink [h.s.]

Chapter Two

Iris's POV-

"I'll be right back, Baby." Zayn smiled while holding my face in his hands. I bit my lip and studded his fetchers, It might just be the weed but he looks like a god, my god.

"Okay" I quietly replied. He moved his thumb over my lips and kissed me softly. My stomach was in nots and my hands grew sweaty, no matter if this was our hundredth kiss, it still felt like the first.

Zayn pulled back and looked at me one more time before backing away completely. I tightened the robe I had on while he grabbed his jacket that was hanging by the door.

"I love you, Iris." He smiled while pulling his jacket on.

"I love you, Zayn." The three words I had used for worldly possessions never held true meaning until I first spoke them to Zayn.

He left soon after and I locked the door behind him watching as his taillights faded in the distance and I found myself wishing he was back here with me. I walked over to the couch and continued to watch the movie that we didn't get to finish.

I was sleepy but Zayn would be home soon and I wanted to be awake for his arrival. I fell in and out of sleep multiple times, the loud sound of guns on the television where shaking me awake and my droopy eyes where sending me back into a daze. I shook my head and blinked repeatedly however, I ended falling asleep on the couch.

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"Ring.......Ring......Ring....-" A loud phone woke me up and I blinked a few times before answering it.

"uh- Hello?" I rubbed my eyes trying to wake myself.

"Iris.. Iris are you ok?!" The voice was fanatic and it sounded like Ben.

"Ya...I'm fine." I yawned.

"Ah Fuck, thank god.." he let out a sigh and it made me wonder...

"Why wouldn't I be ok?"

There was a slight pause and intake of breath before he answered, "They found him...They found Zayn, and-and I-I needed to make sure they didn't find you..." my heart began to race and I felt like I couldn't breath.

"What do you mean they found Zayn?" there was no noise on the other line. It was as silent as death it's self. "BEN! WHERE IS ZAYN!?" I yelled while standing up from the worn-out couch.

"Iris I- th-they killed him I..." He began sobbing before he could finish his sentence. "I'm so sorry Iris.... We just found him, an-and he was shot in the ches-" As the phone slipped from my grasp everything was in slow motion and I couldn't hear it hit the ground. I sat back down on the couch but I couldn't feel it beneath me.

I couldn't feel a thing, not one fucking thing.

My thoughts where jumbled together and I began to wonder about the bullet and how it must have felt going through his skin and bones. How he might have liad on the ground suffering for the longest amount of time before he actually died.

......He died.

NO HE DIDN'T!

HE DIDN'T FUCKING DIE!

Zayn- Zayn is dead.

HE'S NOT FUCKING DEAD!

I stood up from the couch in a rage and yelled as loud as I could but I couldn't hear it. I kept yelling and yelling expecting my throat to burn like it had before, but it didn't.

I pulled at my hair trying to feel some type of pain but it didn't work, I couldn't feel it!

I stumbled into the kitchen grabbing a knife and before I logically thought about what I was doing the knife was cutting at my side. I yelled out in satisfaction at the excruciating pain flowing throughout my body and I could hear my screams. My throat began to hurt just like my heart that was no longer numb and I dropped to the floor with the knife still in hand crying.