Not Safe (Zayn Malik fan fic)

Chapter 3

Zayn lead me into a big room with wide windows and a king sized bed "Here, this is my room. You can take a shower and change until I fix you a room." he stated, before he left me in the big room alone. I hadn't met any of the friends he told me about just yet, but walking around his room I found lots of picture of him with four other guys. He was by far the most beautiful in my eye, but I had to give the others a chance since I still haven't met them yet.

I stopped wandering around his room, walking into what I assumed was the bathroom. It turned out to be a closet, frustrated I walked out of the closet looking for the right doors that would lead me to the bathroom. There was a set of large cream colored doors at the end of the room, I walked over to them opening them up and falling in a spell of pure shock. "So this is the bathroom," I whispered to myself patting over to the large white vintage tub.

I turned the water on soaking into it first before I began to clean my body. I washed my hair and dried myself before putting on a white robe, which was big and awfully saggy walking back into Zayn's room. I sat there for a while, waiting for his arrival. When he failed to show up, I got out of the room, looking around for him. I found the door to the room across from his open, deciding to go in there.

"Hello?" I asked as I stepped inside the room with the rosy pink walls.

"Abby," Zayn popped up from inside the closet "I was just fixing your things."

I looked around, I thought he'd let me sleep in the basement or something "Why this room?"

"Oh, um I-its the room across from mine, so incase you needed anything you'd just come to me."

"So, where are the others?" I asked, walking over to where he was.

"Two of them won't be home till tomorrow, the other two will be here by tonight."

"Oh," I tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

"Um I'll better get dinner started, you can change and meet me downstairs."

"Cool,"

"Cool." he said before leaving the room. I sighed, looking around for my bag before realizing he had put it in the closet along with the things he'd bought me. I took out what money I had in there, hiding it in the bedside drawer before I brushed my hair and got dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white sweater that turned out to be way too big on me than I thought it would be.

I slid into a pair of shoes, my old ones, before skipping down stairs to meet Zayn in the kitchen. I stopped at the French doors as I heard him say my name, who was he talking to?

"Her name is Abby, beautiful girl. You should really see her, she's just so poised and beautiful but in the same time she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, you get what I mean?" I felt a slight blush reach my cheeks upon hearing those words, coming from Zayn, an obviously beautiful being.

"But she's not so bold. She's afraid, of everything. I want to help her, I need to." Oh.

I heard some one else talk back to Zayn, a guy and it instantly freaked me out. Sure Zayn was right about me being afraid, but I didn't care instead of meeting Zayn in the kitchen I wandered around the house playing with things here and there.

I got to what I think was the lounge, pulling a book off the shelf, it was red with golden rims. I was so fascinated with the cover picture that I didn't even notice when some one got into the room.

"You must be Abby." some one said, with a husky voice. The book instantly fell out of my hands, I backed away hitting the bookshelf.

"Are you okay?" he asked, stepping closer to me.

"Zayn," I screamed as the stranger neared me.

Zayn came running in, he ran over to me wrapping his hands around my shoulders "Hey it's okay Abby, I'm here." he whispered into my hair, before following my gaze to the stranger that stood watching.

"Oh, that's Harry. He's my friend, he wouldn't hurt you." he cooed as he helped me back up.

"Oh, hi Harry." I managed to find my voice, not letting go of Zayns arm.

"Hey Abby," he said softly, reaching his hand out, I instantly crouched over my knees, not wanting to feel the pain of the slap. Zayn fell beside me, as Harry took a step back.

"Hey he just wants to shake your hand, I told you, he wouldn't hurt anybody." Zayn explained.

"I'm sorry Zayn, can we do this later?" I asked, he nodded his head quietly. I got up and ran to my room upstairs, sitting on my bed in silence, I wasn't ready to meet new people.

There was a knock on my door, Zayn came inside with a tray in his hand "I got you dinner." he set the tray on the bed, sitting down next to me. "My other friend, Liam, just arrived. You wouldn't like to meet him now, would you?"

I shook my head, pulling my knees up to my chest "I'm sorry Zayn."

"Hey, it's okay. You know what, what about tomorrow I tell you all about my friends, every one of them so you'd know them without actually meeting them, with that make meeting them any easier?"

"I guess."

"Okay then," he smiled "Goodnight Abby." he reach over, leaving a kiss to the top of my head before her left me all alone again.

Sorry I didn't update for so long but I was busy and all so so so so so so so so sorry, xoxo - Yasmine