Different Sides Of Us (Sequel to Hired For Malik)

Chapter Seventeen

Zayn's Point Of View

The car slowed to a stop and I immediately hopped out of the car. Running around the front of it, I opened Lindsay's door. Her head must have been propped up against the window. If it wasn't for the seatbelt, her body would have fallen out. Though of course I would have been there to catch her if she did.

Leaning over, I unbuckled her and carried her in my arm into the complex building. Hitting the elevator button with my elbow, a ding sounded and the doors opened. Stepping inside, I pressed the button I thought was her floor and hoped for the best. 

I looked down at Lindsay and sort of smiled. Her hair was a mess on her head, patially covering her sleeping face. Her lips were in a tight line, partially opened at some points. No wrinkles covered her forehead, since she was no longer smiling, and she looked at peace. Like nothing in the world was bothering her.

Seemed nice.

The doors, once again, opened, and I stepped into a hallway that had a single door on the left and right. Two different apartments. I walked to the right door, knocking carefully and trying to keep my balance at the same time. I waited for a while when I started to think that this was the wrong floor.

But then a strange middle aged lady poked her head out and looked worried at Lindsay who laid in my arms,"Oh no. What happened?" She stroked Lindsay's face and bit the inside of her cheek before she looked back up at me suddenly,"What's your name?"

I cleared my throat before speaking,"I'm Zayn. I was just here to take Lindsay home, make sure she got here safe. She sort of passed out back at the restaraunt, I think she was a little drunk." Once I spoke my name, a sign of recgonition spread across her face. 

"Come in, come in." She spoke rushed, and I stepped in the room as quickly as I could. The sound of the door closing was heard in my ears, and soon the locking of the doors. I rested Lindsay on the nearest couch I saw, and then turned back to the lady.

"I'm Nancy. You said she was drunk?" I followed Nancy to where she was walking. She sat down at the kitchen table, and me across from her.

I nodded my head,"Yeah, I think so anyway. I was really worried. Before she moved to New York, she told me should would never drink. Ever." 

Nancy rested her head on her hand and took in a shaky breath,"I worry about her. She's been acting differently ever since this whole proect came up." She was talking about the photo shoot, I'm guessing.

"What do you mean, acting differently?" I pressed farther for more information. Lindsay was my friend, and I cared about her. No harm with doing that. Right?

"Would you like something to drink? Water?" 

Change in topic,"Water is fine, thanks." I watched her leave her seat and scurry to the kitchen. What does she mean that Lindsay has been acting differently? Acting differently when the boys and I arrived? Bad or good? My palms started to sweat, and my leg bounced up and down.

Nancy came back in a matter of time and set a glass of water infront of me. I downed half of it in only a few sips. Setting it back down, Nancy was really fidgety in her seat. As if she was debating on telling me or not. I need to know though.

"After the first day with working for you guys," She paused and lowered her voice to a whisper,"She came home like normal and went straight to bed." 

Where was this going?

"In the middle of the night, I heard peircing screams coming from Lindsay's room. She kept screaming and screaming. And as I got closer, she was saying a name." Her voice was shaking at this point.