Freeze (Punk Zayn Malik)

Chapter 7

I jerked up in bed from a sudden banging on my door. I rushed to the door, looking through the peep hole to see who it was. I didn't recognize the person as anyone I knew. "Who is it?" I shouted through the door not wanting to open the door to a total stranger. "I was friends with your father." My heart lurched in my chest. What? I flew the door open staring at the figure before me. I couldn't see a face, no matter how hard I tried. Nothing. It was just a black space, but I could see the rest of his body. For some reason I was not afraid. Not one bit. "How did you know my father?" Feeling hope I rushed the words out, but the question was, hope for what? What was I hoping for? My father was dead. It was impossible to bring him back. I looked down at my feet, picking at my finger nails, a nervous habit I picked up over the years. But when I looked up the face was clear. Zayn. He stared down at me but his eyes. Oh, his eyes, they were terrifying. They were pitch black with absolutely no color, as for the rest of him, well, he looked normal. Now I was scared. He reached his hand out for me and I took two huge steps backward, afraid of what he was going to do, afraid of him. This absolutely made no sense to me. How was it possible to have pitch black eyes and most of all, a black void as a face. 

As I took two steps backwards he took two steps forward keeping the same amount of distance between us like before. "W-What do you want?"  I asked, terrified of what the answer might be. "Oh darling, there are so many things that I want." A very aggravating smirk took over his face angering me, but sending chills down my back the same time. "Just leave me alone!" I yelled up at his figure towering over me. He raised his hand and I flinched waiting for his hand to make contact with m-

I jolted awake trembling and sweating profusely. It was just a dream. There was no man with a black void as a face and certainly no Zayn with pitch black eyes. Just thinking about that I feel frightened. I'm not exactly sure what triggered this nightmare but I'm pretty sure it probably has to do with the fact that I almost got shot today. Also, it was most likely another side effect nightmare from my family's death.

I flopped back down on my back staring at my ceiling, letting my thoughts wonder off to who knows where for about 30 minutes before deciding I would take a shower. I untangled myself from the bed sheets and blankets and made my way over to my bathroom. I stripped down immediately wanting to have the hot water cascade down my back, soothing me. I flung my clothes into the hamper, turning on the shower. I stood in from of the mirror while waiting for the shower to heat up. I was average sized for an 18 year old, and by that I mean 5'6. I had light brown hair a little past my breasts and blue eyes with a bit of green rimming my pupils. I've always hated my eyes, they were so weird. People always said they were unique and cool but personally, they scared the hell outta me. I wasn't tan and I wasn't pale, I had gotten out in the sun enough so that I had a little tan to my skin. I have slightly large hips, which Ashley always told me was a good thing since it gave guys more to hold onto. That girl was so dirty minded I worry about her at times. I'm not very skinny, I have a bit of fat but not too much. So basically, I was average. Everything about me was average. 

I sighed to myself and stepped into the shower figuring it was already warm enough and relaxing as the hot water hit my back. I hummed 'Give Me Love' by Ed Sheeran while letting my hair and body get soaked, enjoying ever minute of it. I couldn't help but think back to what Zayn had said last night. "You should have never talked to me." "This is all your fault." Zayn has some serious issues if he thinks that all of this is my fault. I know one thing for sure, I won't be wasting my time talking to him anymore. 

After I had washed and rinsed my a hair a few times, a long with washing my body, I stayed a little longer in the shower until my skin got a bit pruned and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body as I do so. I reached my closet and just threw on a simple sweater and some sweat pants. I figured I would just stay in for the day, watch random movies on Netflix and eat pizza to take my mind off of Zayn and especially my aunt. 

Before starting any movies or ordering pizza I decided I would check my mail. The mailman had retired so now we had to go down to our boxes everyday to retrieve our mail.

Down in the mail room I could hear the washers occasionally banging against the wall from the apartment next to it as usual. I opened my box to find just a letter sitting there but when I picked it up I found it to be my Stanford application that I had ordered. Suddenly I felt really excited to get up to my room and fill it out as soon as possible. I squealed a bit and heard movement behind me. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment until I found out who it was. I turned around to find the one and only Zayn standing right behind me. 

"What do you want Zayn?" I asked, annoyance probably shown on my face. I remembered saying that in my dream and chills went down my spine. "My mail." His face was blank. No emotion whatsoever was shown on his face. I realized I was standing in front of his mail box and rolled my eyes stepping out of the way. I looked over at Zayn. Really looked at him. His face, as cheesy as it sounds, kind of looked like an angels. It was perfectly sculpted and his eyes were a beautiful honey brown, most of the time. The tattoos flowing down from his neck all the way down his arms and probably to his chest also, I know they should scare me and make me frightened, but for some foreign reason it made him more attractive, well in my perspective. If my aunt were here she probably would have made me lock myself up in a box until he moved away. 

"You're staring." Zayns voice interrupted my thoughts. I mumbled a quick sorry, walking fast out of the mail room and up the staircase. I could hear footsteps behind me and knew it was Zayn but didn't bother looking back because I knew it was only because he lived on the same floor as me. At the top of the step I accidentally dropped my envelope and reached down to pick it up, Zayn crashing into me in the process. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed, standing up straight. Zayn regained his balance and locked his eyes with mine. "You're the one who stopped out of nowhere!" He didn't have anger in his eyes but what looked like amusement. 

"Well maybe if you would pay better attention, you wouldn't have run into me like that!" Okay I have to admit it was a bit my fault, but if he had been watching where he was going he wouldn't have run into me! I let out a frustrated sigh, picked up my mail and continued walking to my door. 

"Oh, so you're not going to apologize? Very mature Caroline." Without thinking twice I flipped him off and without looking back to see his reaction, I stepped into my apartment, slamming the door after me. 

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Before I let all of your minds wander, no, Zayn is NOT a vampire or supernatural of any kind it was just a dream :) x