*Zayn POV*
Zayn just lay there, staring at the door. He wasn't really sleep, but he couldn't respond. He didn't know how to respond to her. It felt so weird between them right now. It was awkward and confusing and Zayn didn't know how to even handle the situation. He had only come to see her dance, and ended up saving her from something so...his feelings were mixed around like alphabet soup.
Maybe I should've taken her to the police, he thought to himself. They can do something for her that I can't, but what will happen to her if I don't? Zayn threw the covers off of himself and stood up. He reached over to Chelsea's side of the bed and began to softly nudge her. "Chelsea," he whispered. She didn't really move, so he tried it again. "Chelsea."
"Hmm?" she sleepily replied. Zayn just looked at her as she rolled over to look at him. She looked so tired, but Zayn could see past her expression and straight through her eyes. They were filled with a sadness so deep that Zayn could see her drowning herself.
"Nothing, love. Go back to sleep," he replied as she rolled over again and slowly drifted to sleep. It hurt Zayn to look at her like this, knowing that he was powerless in the situation. It disgusted him to know that he was lying in the same bed as her, a girl who had just been touched by a man he did not know. It sickened his entire fiber, like he could still sense his touch on her. He kept looking at her and wanted to throw up. There was another man's hands that were massaging her bush, not his. There was another man grabbing her, not him. There was another man kissing her, making her say his name, making her scream and quiver in fear and cry and feel good, yet so bad and dirty. Zayn had tears in his eyes when he continued to look at her, and it took him everything to stop looking at her. He ripped his glance away and tip toed to the mini fridge, stacked with snacks & beer (thanks to bellboys who needed some encouragement). He removed a cold one and quickly flipped the counter light on see if Chelsea was awake. When he knew that she wasn't, he opened up his can and drank. He was still staring at her, still crying, and still messed up, so he drank some more. He could drink one after the next, hoping to blur his vision and not stare at her. It wasn't working, so he drank until he thought he had enough. He struggled to get up, searching for the distant counter, and stand on his own two feet. He slowly tried to walk to Chelsea, shushing no one in particular and practically tripping over himself.
Zayn got back in bed, draping his arm over Chelsea's body and trying to make sure she didn't hear him cry. This was a total mess. He was crying in front of her and wanted to stop. He wanted to stop her from getting hurt ever again. He wanted to stop his indescribable feelings for her as well, but he couldn't nor did he know how. Doniya was right, it was impossible to like someone within the span of 5 days. Inconceivable! He hardly knew anything about her, other than what she told him. Maybe he would just have to see her again. It wasn't too long before Zayn passed out from intoxication and exhaustion.
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"Enjoy your flight, sir," the brunette woman said as she checked his ticket. Zayn gave her a small nod before clicking his seatbelt on and getting comfortable in his seat. He felt sad to leave Chelsea like that, but he had to get home. He wrote her a little letter and placed it on his pillow, so it shouldn't have been all that bad. He couldn't have stayed, anyways.
Zayn felt weird that he felt like this. Something was pulling him in two opposite directions. His mind was telling him to go, but his heart was telling him to stay. Even though he wanted to deeply follow his heart, he knew that he had to leave. Maybe it was the sex that was pulling him to her, but there was nothing else. He didn't know her personally. It's nothing more than a sexual attraction, he thought to himself, nothing more than that.
[A/N: Sorry for making this one so short. I'll be in Myrtle Beach the rest of the week, so I'll try to update in my spare time! ]
*PSA : GO LOSTEN TO MIND OF MINE , 'CAUSE ITS MAKING ME CRY IN 'Y'ALL GON' MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND' !*
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