The BadBoy [Zayn Malik FanFiction]

Chapter 2

I woke up with and ice pack on my eye, then I realized I was on a bed and it wasn't mine. "Hey. Your finally awake." I turned my head to the direction of the voice. It was Zayn! "How'd I get here?" I asked. "Well I saw how you were struggling to get to an exit so I decided to help you. Then you passed out so I brought you here."

"Oh okay I should get going my parents are probably worried sick." I said getting up. Zayn just shook his head and said, "I texted your parents they think your spending the night with a friend."

"What didn't you even think about me? I don't even know you!" I yelled at him. His eyes turned a shade of black but I still kept ranting. I got up and kept yelling, "I want to go home NOW." I demanded. "Listen I am sorry that you passed out, but your staying here for the night understand?" He asked walking towards me.

My back hit the wall, but he still kept getting closer to me. "I said do you understand me!" He yelled pinning my wrists to the wall. I just shook my head to scared to talk. He let go of my wrists and left closing the door behind me. I swear I heard it lock. I turned the door knob and yes he did just lock me inside the bedroom.

This is great. (Note sarcasm). I am not staying here. Zayn scares me to death. I look around and spot a window. I am so leaving here. I open the window and put my leg out it. The door knob starts to jiggle so I hurry and put my other leg out. I hop out and didn't notice I was on the second floor.

My ankle cracked as I landed on the dirt. Wow I have some back luck, Zayn lives in the woods. Zayn yells for me and I hear him start to run downstairs. I quickly pick myself up and head towards the woods. The front door opens as I enter the woods.

I hop over the branches until Zayn is close to me. I pick up my pace and I trip over a vine. I wince in pain as my ankle starts to hurt worse. I get cuts from the fall. There is no way I can possibly get up again.

I curl up in a ball as pain shoots all over my body. I feel myself being lifted up, but I'm in to much pain to care right now. I get carried until the door opens, I'm set down on the couch. Zayn looks at my ankle and leaves for a few minutes.

He comes back with some ice and a first aide kit. He puts the ice on my ankle and I slightly jump from the coldness. He opens the kit and cleans the cut on my cheek. He looks at my eyes and opens his mouth to talk. "Why?" He asked me. "Why what?"

"Why did you try to run?" He asked. I didn't know how to respond. "I asked why did you run? I save you from getting hurt at the ring, but all you do is run away. You know how hurt you could have gotten if I didn't look for you when you jumped out the window?" He yelled gripping my chin so I had to look at him. I flinch a little at his words and decide not to say anything.

Zayn gripped my chin even tighter causing me to squeal . "Answer me." He demanded. "I'm s-sorry." I whispered starting to cry a little. You see when I get overly scared I start to cry. I hate that, but I can't help it. Zayn let go of my chin and softly kissed it. "I'm sorry I scared you. Now lets go to bed." He said picking me up. I flinched a little and he laid me on the bed.

I relaxed and closed my eyes. I can't wait to go home. Zayn scares me to much. Why did he have to save me at the ring??