Chapter 8:
I walked in and looked straight at the walls. They weren't ordinary walls, they were filled with artwork. Beautiful artwork. I walked down the colourful, narrow walls. I saw a door to my right. I grab the knob ready to open it. "No!" Zayn runs to me and grips my forearm, pulling it until I rip my grip off the knob. He holds on to my forearm tightly and looks at with dark, pitch black eyes, almost in rage. He towers over me, putting me against the wall away for the door. "Don't. Look in there." He growls. "I-I won't. Never." I say trying not to cry, from fright. He takes a long, deep breathe in. "I-" He steps away from me. He turns his back to me and brushes a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry." He turns to face me. "I-I didn't mean to do that. I just never shown anyone what's in there...and the only girl that's ever been in here was my mum. I didn't mean to frighten you." I stand there looking at him, trying to figure out the expression on his face. "I-I understand." I say a small white lie, I'm still processing what he means. Suddenly in the quiet, Zayn is about to say something when I here almost like a propeller and jet engine above this cottage. Zayn looks up at the ceiling listening. He looks at me with a worried eye. He grabs my wrist and takes me to who-knows-where! "Zayn! Where are we-" He cuts me off. "We have to leave! Now!"
