Double-Crossed (A One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 6

Zayn's P.O.V

She just left.

She just got up and left.

Was it something I said?

Maybe she was running away from her boyfriend because they just broke up or something.

It's just so confusing.

By now she long gone and I'll never be able to find her.

Maybe she'll come back to get her car.

For god's sake she lives here, seh can come and get her car next month if she wanted too!

I place my head in my hands when I see it in the corner of my eye.

Her phone.

She left her phone.

Maybe I could call her mom or dad or somebody that seems close to her and ask them where I could return her phone to her.

That's brilliant!

I get her phone and exit Starbucks and make my way back to my hotel.

I hop into her car and drive off using my phone's GPS in this unfamiliar land.

After a few minutes of driving I see a little memorial.

Pictures of a girl and her boyfriend -but mostly the boyfriend- surrounded by teddy bears and flowers.

Usually I would feel some sympathy and move on at the sight of these memorials, but the amount of notes and presents were just so overwhelming I had the urge to get a better look.

I pull up the car by the stop sign with the memorial and then I see her.

Her face everywhere.

Sabrina I think it was?

She's everywhere with this boy and then it hits me.

She ran away because this guy who is most likely her boyfriend (or used to be her boyfriend).

Had died.

I quickly take her phone out of my pocket praying that Sabrina has some sort of social media with boat loads of sympathy.

I click on the Twitter icon and wait as the app loads to see all of the sympathetic messages pour in.

But that's not all.

There's hate too.

Hate that brings me to tears.

Sabrina seems like an amazing person who doesn't deserve any of the hateful messages.

I scroll down to see the pictures she's tweeted of her and her boyfriend, her room covered in ripped and crumpled posters.

I need to find her.

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Sabrina's P.O.V

This is the second time today I've ran from something.

This time the something was Zayn Malik.

This has to be a dream -or more like a nightmare- that I just can't wait to wake up from.

I'll wake up and my dad will be home, I would have never met Greg, Noah would be snuggling with me on the couch, and life would be perfect.

Wow am I really low enough to dream that?

I am such a naive little girl aren't I.

Thinking that they would come back.

Maybe if I'm so dumb and stupid I should just jump in the middle of the road.

I would meet My dad and Noah.

Oh just imagine my dad and Noah on the couch sharing chips and laughing as they watch the football game.

That would be amazing.

See there I am being naive again.

Jumping in front of that bus over there wouldn't be that bad now would it?

OK STOP!

Stop Sabrina!

Don't ever think like that ever again.

I'm just so confused.

And I just don't have anyone to support me.

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After wandering around forever I decide to go home.

I pull out my phone to check the time and find the nearest bus stop but it's not there.

What?

I stop in my tracks and full on dig into my bag. It's not there, my phone is not in there.

Oh please may Zayn have it.

I quickly turn around to head back to the Starbucks to hopefully receive my phone. Eventually I begin to huff and puff and slow down.

The constant running has definitely got to me.

I try my best to continue to the Starbucks, but by now I am leaning on light poles for support.

I jump as a familiar car honks from behind me.

Its my car, with Zayn Malik in the drivers seat.

Thank full for him finding me I hop into the passengers seat.

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Zayn's POV

Oh where can she be?

OH! Maybe shes on her way home!

Well of course she's going home where else could she possibly go.

Ok so where did I find her car earlier.

I think it was somwhere down the- YES!

There she is!

I slowly pull up to her and honk my horn.

She looks absolutley flustered as she enters the car.

"Hello, Sabrina," I flatly say biting my lip.

"Umm hi Zayn" she also bites her lip.

We both turn around and say "Listen I-" We both blush.

"You go first," she says in a whisper.

"I know about you and your boyfriend," I quickly blurt out. She doesnt seem so surpsied. "I was driving by the memorial in memory of him and I saw your twitter on your phone,"

That's when her head jerks up. Her eyes are wide open.

Why is she so surprised?

The hate. It has to be the hate.

"Sabrina I-" she interupts me.

"Zayn, you dont understand what I'm going through," she chokes up and fights back tears, "I . . . I've gone through so much and if you think that I'm . . . I'm some sort of pathetic loser then you dont have to be seen in public with me," she looks down at her hands with a few tears streaming down her face.

Wait thats what he thinks? She thinks I'm judging her.

"No, Sabrina, no," I take her hands in mine. "I don't know what your thinking but I'm not judging you. You are gorgeous, kind, and funny, and these people have no idea what they're saying," We're both looking into each others eyes.

I slightly lean in, and she leans in as well.

And that is the moment when I kissed her.