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                               "You know, I never quite caught your name?" His soft almost quiet voice spoke.

                                I turned around to face him, putting a small smile on my face not wanting him to worry too much about me.

"Waverly." I spoke quietly, fidgeting with the rough material of his jogging bottoms.

"It's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

                                 I cringed back at the sentence.

Waverly ignore him, he's just playing you.

                                  I ignored his comment and faced the window, just watching the trees blur away, the darkness being slightly illuminated by the flickering street lamps. I leaned against the door, as far away as I could away from the male figure sitting next to me. I lay my head against the cool window and sighed, breathing in and out while rubbing my palms up and down the pants I was wearing.

"Are you ok?" His raspy voice spoke.

                                       I just continued to ignore him and he placed his hand on my knee, a gesture so foreign towards me that it  frightened me and forced me to speak up.

"Please don't touch me." I winced.

                                         I heard him sigh from beside me and he pulled his hand away. Relieved, I stopped squishing myself upon the door, still staying as far away from him as possible.

Zayn.

                                            My eyes involuntarily watered and I drew in a shaky breath, trying with all my might to keep the tears at bay. He was to blame for all of this, or was it I. I shot him, I was too loved up to realise that he was a criminal; my naive little self was too involved in the love of my life and didn't notice how everything was just so unimaginably rosy. It was all too good to be true but being myself, I never noticed.

"This your place?" He spoke up, after a deathly silent drive.

"Yeah it is." I nodded.

                                          He grabbed hold of the handle and let himself out and jogged to my side of the door. He opened it for me and put his palm out for me to hold. I acted like I didn't notice and stepped out by myself, my legs still wobbly. His hands grasped my sides and I flinched away from him. He immediately let me go and I heard him grumble.

                                              I rummaged around the jogger pockets to find my key, which was luckily there. I unlocked the door and entered the threshold, facing him. He was rocking back and forth on his heels, as if waiting for me to hug or kiss him.

"So, er, thanks for, you know, helping me back there." I murmured, staring down at my barefeet.

I'd left my shoes and bag dammit.

"It was my pleasure darling."

                                                    I payed the compliment no attention and closed the door. I lay against it and sighed, turning on the light. Barking could be heard and soon enough Patchy came running at me at full speed. I bent down and scratched behind his ears as he stuck his tongue out at me in pleasure.