Addicted z.m

Chapter 30

So I have a whole playlist of almost 200 songs that remind me of Addicted or Zayn and Spencer's relationship in general. And I just always kinda thought, "What song would be perfect playing in the background for this book's trailer?" And I was listening to this song and it just hit me how perfect it is for them and I could hear it applied to a trailer. So I've declared this song - Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra - as the Theme/Anthem of Addicted.

My heart seemed to beat slower with every pound of my foot. My lungs felt like a balloon that just wouldn't inflate. My ears were long past ringing. They were screaming.

I don't know how I did it, but my bare feet made it all the way to USF without question. I didn't stop once I hit campus. I couldn't. I knew the second I slowed, my adrenaline would fail me and I'd be on the ground in point two seconds.

The large art building taunted me with all its lights off. He would be here. He has to be here. I need him to be here! Perrie said it herself he'd been staying late nights at work the past couple of weeks.

I made it to the front doors, but they were locked. "No!" I panicked, banging my palms against the glass doors. "Help! Please! Someone! Please!" I screamed, feeling my body give in to the pain.

A hallway light turned on and I watched as a shadow slowly grew into Zayn, cautiously walking to the door. He met my eyes and instant confusion hit him, but I didn't have time for confusion.

"Zayn! Please! Open the door!" I was beginning to sob, which only took more of the energy I didn't have. He looked me up and down as he opened the door and I could see the horror in his eyes.

"Spencer!" was the last thing I heard before the world went black.

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Zayn's POV

I massaged my temple as though I could rub out the pain. I didn't even want to open my eyes. Perrie sighed right next to me.

"Stop that," I groaned.

"What?"

I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at her. She was sitting up on the bed. "I can feel your judgement and disappointment and I don't want to hear it."

"I'm not judging you," she shrugged, but her eyes were less nonchalant. "I just think that you knew drinking away your emotional state wasn't the smartest idea at hand."

"There it is," I complained, closing my eyes again.

"You know I'm right," she gloated.

"That doesn't change anything, Pez. It's a hangover. I'll live. . . But she probably won't."

"Ugh, Zayn," she scoffed, standing up off the bed. "We talked about this."

"Yeah, I know. And all your theories are possible, but you're not looking at the bigger picture, Perrie!" I sat up slowly, demanding her understanding. "You didn't see the bruises on her arm. You didn't hear her yelp when I touched her! She's hurting."

"Yeah, emotionally, because maybe she's still not over you!" she argued. I wanted to shout! I wanted to shake her by her shoulders and make her open her eyes! I wanted her to leave her jealousy behind and see what was happening! "Hopefully Justin will help her with that."

"You're unbelievable." I shook my head, laying back down. I couldn't do this today. I was stressed, hungover, and angry. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save her. I could call the police, but she's so bloody stubborn, she wouldn't press charges. I could confront Justin myself, but neither he nor Spencer had stepped foot on campus in days.