Not Safe (Zayn Malik fan fic)

Chapter 6

He kissed me. Zayn kissed me.

I sat in his arms trembiling for a little while before my body absorbed what just happened. I've never been kissed before. Never. And maybe I felt like all I needed to feel better was one kiss. One small kiss from him and I could breath again.

"I-Zayn-" I pulled away confusion building up inside of me as I stared into his eyes "What was that." 

He bit his lip, then sat up straighter next to me "I don't know," he admitted "Your just so fragile and you seem, you just seem so lost Abby. That kind of makes me feel like my soul purpose in life is to protect you from any harm coming your way."

"And?" I gulped.

"I want to help you, I'm willing to help you." he paused "and on the way, I'm slowly falling in love with you." 

I closed my eyes, that wasnt what I wanted to hear. I didnt need some one like him to magicaly become part of my life, it simply wasn't written in the books for girls like me. Yet he looked at me, with weary eyes and a tight hold around my waist, an almost protective one.

"No Zayn, you can't." I shook my head slowly, watching as his jaw fell open before I collected myself and ran out the door into my room. He couldnt be saying the truth, he might as well be saying this only becasue he feels bad for me. I don't need his pitty, but I do need his shelter.

Am I using him? I wondered biting on my lip as I paced through my untidy room, had I angered him with my answer? I was feeling really guilty for what I said, the sudden realization that I might be using him brining my knees to the ground as they trembeled. 

I had no bussiness being in that house.

It wasnt mine.

I had no bussiness pulling him into my life.

I wasn't his.

Quickly, I darted to the closet pulling out just enough clothes to survive, not much though since he bought me most of them, before climbing out the window, and running off into the morning light. I couldn't wait till it was night, I didnt want to wait. Because I knew, if I did, I'd as easily change my mind.

Shiverring in the light shirt I had on, I made a stop at a public bus stop shrinking at the side of the road as I wept in the second realization, that I had no where else to go.