Just Friends

Chapter 28

Fear.
I have felt it many times in my life but not quite like this. The man I once knew was still standing in front of us, staring. I had no idea what to do.
My fear grew even more so as the man started to step off the curb and head in out direction. I tensed up against Zayn's side and grabbed his hand tightly.
"Zayn. We need to walk."
"What are you-"
"Shh!"

He glanced up and caught a glimpse of the man who was slowly making his way over to us. Zayn shrugged slightly.
"Meg, we are going to be fine."
"No you don't understand. I know him. We need to leave. Now."
Zayn looked down on me in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak but I already knew what he was going to say.
"Dad. He's my dad."
His expression automatically turned understanding and then in a split second turn to concern.
"Don't let go of my hand." He mumbled. He turned and walked down the street at a fast pace with me towing as fast as I could behind him. I regretted my decision to wear heels immediately.
I turned my head back to see the man following us. He was trying to catch up.
"Zayn, he's following us." I said frantically. He glanced back like I just did and nodded in agreement.
"I know. We have to lose him in one of these alleys. But in order to do that, we have to run."
I mentally groaned thinking about sprinting in five inch stilettos but, my inner complaint suddenly seemed not that bad once Zayn informed me that my dad was catching up to us.
"Okay, when I say, I want you to run as fast as you can around that corner. Make a sharp turn right and go down the first alley way you see and then make another right. I'll probably get there before you so just be careful and don't get hurt or lost." He instructed. I nodded and waited for him to give me the signal.
We walked for a few more seconds and then finally Zayn said "now."

I ran as fast as I could, my heels clicking cloudy against the cement. Zayn was already around the corner and more than likely in our meeting spot once I made where I had to turn.
I quickly realized that my shoes not only slowed me down, but they also gave away my location as they clicked loudly when my feet hit the road. I stopped quickly and kicked them off my feet, gathering them in my hands and running as fast as I could.
I was much faster without the shoes, much much faster. I turned down the alley like Zayn had instructed and ran straight for the next turn. I could hear the sound of shoes on gravel behind me, signaling me to run faster.
Just when I thought I was in the clear a sharp pain shot through my foot, making me lose my footing. I stumbled and fell in the middle of the path, my foot aching.
Keep going.
I pushed myself off of the ground and forced myself to run/limp around the final corner. Zayn was leaving up against the wall casually waiting for me but soon became tense when he saw I was injured.
"Fuck. What happened?" He asked, grabbing my shoulders to steady me. I glanced down at my injured foot to find a shard of glass stuck in my heel. Great.
"I stepped on glass."
Zayn mumbled a cuss word under his breath and ran his hand through his hair in frustration, looking almost angry.
"Why did you take your damn shoes off?"
"If I would have left them on I wouldn't have made it."
He rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. Fuck, he was annoying.
"Megan!"
I froze in terror as I heard my dad's voice calling out for me. He sounded close. Zayn put his arm out in front of me and pushed me up against the wall next to him.
"I know you can hear me! And I will find you! You can't run from me forever!" My dad screamed. A chill ran through my body at his words, terrifying me. After a few minuets we heard him walk away, his footsteps finally fading away and disappearing. It was safe for now.
"He's gone. We can leave now. I'm going to have to carry you to a taxi and God knows where one is." He sighed once again. "Well, up you go."

Zayn walked with me on his back for a good thirty minuets before we found a taxi. I had offered to try and limp for a while to give him a break but he refused.
Boys.
Always trying to be macho.
We finally made it to the hotel by four in the morning. No fans were waiting in the lobby which made it even easier to sneak back up to our floor.
Zayn insisted on me going to his room so he could doctor up my foot which I hesitantly agreed to. So now I was sitting on the side of Zayn's bath while he attempted to pull out the glass.
"So, Dr. Zayn how long have you been doing emergency procedures like this one?"
"For a few years now. You could say I'm quite a pro at it." He smirked.
He pulled on the glass once more, making me jump slightly.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"Yeah, some pro you are." I said, making us both fall into a fit of laughter.
When I was finally bandaged up and repaired, Zayn and I laid down on his bed to relax. We laid next to each other in silence for a ages, our hands intertwined together between us. This was the longest amount of time we had spent together without being at each other's throats or getting in to each other's pants, which made me giggle slightly at the thought.
"What's so funny?" He asked, his voice sounding sleepy.
"Nothing. I was just thinking."
Zayn flipped over on his side to face me, his hair falling slightly in front of his face. He looked like an angel.
"And what exactly were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking how it was a bit funny that this is the longest we have acted 'normal' around each other."
I said chuckling again.
"Well I wouldn't consider you and I normal, but I see what you're saying." He laughed.
We fell silent again for a moment, our eyes locking together. Usually holding eye contact with somebody for so long would be awkward, but not with Zayn. His eyes were mesmerizing and beautiful, captivating even. Just like Zayn himself. And I was falling deeper and deeper for him with each moment I spent around him.
I closed the space between us, not able to take the silence any longer, and presses my lips to his. He grabbed my face gently between both of his hands and kissed me back urgently. He then shifted his body to lay on top of me, deepening the kiss even more.
Soon, we were both gasping for air, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Zayn rested his forehead on mine as he continues to try and catch his breath. When he finally did, he lifted himself up slightly to look me in the eyes once again. He reached his hand up and tucked my loose hair behind my ear in the most un-Zayn like gesture.
"Megan what the hell are you doing to me?" He whispered. Then leaned down to kiss me once again.

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