Speeding down the streets, my nerves began to go wild.
What if Xavier was already at her apartment? What if he already took her?
Calm the fuck down, Zayn.
He was just trying to scare you, he's really not going to do anything.
Was I believing what I was telling myself?
Fuck no.
I pressed the pedal harder with my foot, flying down the roads, until I finally reached Chester Street.
I quickly stopped my bike and got off before practically running up to her complex.
The clouds were heavy and the wind was blowing like nothing I've ever seen before as the skies darkened.
It was probably around six p.m. or something.
I darted up the complex's wooden stairs until I reached the door to her flat.
I knocked furiously, my fist connecting with the wood over ten times. It was silent for a moment. All I could hear was the howling wind that made the stairs creak, along with the occasional car passing by.
Shit, she wasn't answering,
"Chloe!" I shouted, now banging on the door.
My mind was racing as my eyebrows narrowed in concern.
I was just about to kick the damn door in, that is until it flung open.
Revealing Chloe with wet hair cascading around her shoulders and a towel wrapped around her petite body.
I stared down at her with wide eyes.
She clutched tightly onto the towel, it barely covered her, the bottom hem nearly hitting the top of her thighs.
"Zayn?" She spoke with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh-I-Uhm.." I stammered, my tongue tied as I tried to force the right words out of my mouth.
Were there any right words to explain why the hell I was here? Well Chloe, you see, this dude named Xavier is threatening me for the twentieth fucking time and now he's using you to scare the living shit out of me by saying he's coming to get you or some motherfucking shit like that.
"I came to say goodnight." I fibbed and mentally slapped myself at the utterly idiotic excuse.
"Goodnight?" She scoffed with a teasing smile.
"Yeah.."
"Do you want to come in?" She asked quietly.
"Sure." I shrugged, trying to cover up how paranoid I was.
She opened the door wider as I walked in. A gust of wind blew into the flat just before she could close the door as goosebumps formed onto her barely covered skin.
She shuddered before slamming the door shut and locking it, making sure to keep one of her hands securely on the towel.
"You can sit down. I'll be out in a minute." She told me before venturing into an unknown room.
Once I was alone, my eyes scanned around the place. The colors were pretty much the exact same as mine, just it was all set up way differently.
I looked at the wall by the front door where I stood, and there were paintings and photographs scattered around. Mainly ones of scenery and flowers.
But one instantly caught my eye. It was sort of centered in the middle of the rest, in a fancy, wooden frame.
It was a little girl, maybe around the age of six, with two adults. I could tell immediately that the little girl was Chloe, due to the shiny black hair and bright blue eyes. The adults are probably her parents.. But I've seen those faces before. Somewhere, I know I've seen them.