Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Fifteen.

Guys at the end of this chapter there is a couple paragraphs or so about someone being Gay. I do not want hate for putting it in the story, so if you have a problem stop reading this chapter. Now let me know what else you think about this chapter. 

                “I’m not letting you go alone Erin, that’s final.” I put a black hoodie over my shoulders as I tried to keep my hair from falling out of its ponytail, it was grown into a pixy cut like style now. I glared at Zayn and grabbed my car keys. He could hardly move on his own, his side was still bandaged.

                “Just because the doctor’s Okayed you to come home doesn’t mean you can go do this Zayn. You are staying here and resting. Louis won’t hurt me. And if he tries I can carry myself okay? Now lay back down and get some rest. I’ll be back later, I’m going to visit the twins after I’m done. I will call you.” I kissed Zayn’s cheek and pushed passed him.

                I could feel his eyes dart all over me as I opened the front door and stepped out. I smiled to myself, because even though I knew he was mine for the rest of our lives, and there was no other women in his life, it felt great to have his eyes on me. Whether it was disappointment or total amazement in my bravery, it was great.

                I grabbed my phone from my back pocket while I opened the lobby door. The air hit me in the face making me relax even more. I hadn’t felt so strong in my life. I still have four weeks until I got my test results, but I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, and that was helping Zayn save his life, which also classified as mine, so I was saving our life together.

                “This is Louis.” The voice was less cold than it had been at the hospital just days before. It shocked me that someone so cruel and dangerous could act as if I could be his mother and he was putting on a front. However, I never once thought that Zayn had come back into my life just to kill James.

                I would probably never look at Zayn with one-hundred percent ever again, however I still loved him with my entire heart, and I couldn’t lose him again, so I was going to do this. But we would probably never be back to where we were just weeks ago. I wasn’t sure still why Louis had felt the need to tell me, not just go visit Zayn. Why had I been drug into this?

                “Louis, it’s Erin.” I heard something drop and Louis’ voice had hushed a curse word.

                “What do you want?” He hissed. That was the voice I knew was his. I believed that this was the Louis on the other line that I had met in the hospital just three days earlier. I couldn’t say I had met him in the tattoo shop because that was the Louis I thought he was, he was actually one of the worst people ever.

                “Louis darling?” A women’s voice shocked me. I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing through the phone.

                “Lucy baby, everything is fine, go back to sleep. I’m going to- run to the store.” I heard a kissing noise and I assumed he had kissed this girl. When I heard a door shut I turned my car on. I looked in my mirror into moving traffic, when nothing was coming I back out into the road.

                “47 Bentwood Av, twenty minutes.” Louis’ angry voice sent chills up my body. I hung up the phone and typed the address into the GPS.

                The whole situation seemed unreal to me. Zayn wasn’t actually capable of hurting someone, the two men from high school were just a coincidence, I never actually connected the dots until Louis had said something. The man from the beach I thought had just drunk himself to death, or that’s what I told myself. The man from the alleyway, the one who tried to rape me, I never thought much of his death because I was happy he was gone. He was vile.