Captured

chapter 35

I wake up to hear my phone ringing, I see that its Zayn. "Hello?" I answer still adjusting my vision. "Uh, hi. I'm coming to your house okay?" I hear him say. "Okay...wait what?" I say jumping from my position. "What?" Zayn says into the receiver. "Zayn it's 7:30!" I tell him but didn't believe I really slept that long. "So? It's still early" he says. "Okay fine come. But you're entering through the front door" I say as I walk over to my vanity and put my hair up in a pony tail as I hold my phone against my ear. "Don't I always" he says and I can already visualize him smirking. "Your time is running out Malik" I say and roll my eyes. "Okay, okay I'm on my way" he says and hangs up.

I open the door to my room and walk past the hall and down the stairs. "Mom, Zayn's coming over for a bit okay?" I say and look at her waiting for her response. "Why?" she asks cocking an eyebrow. "To be honest I don't know" I say and open the fridge and stand there looking for something to eat. "Well that's fine with me" she says and grabs her glass of wine as she walks to the living room. I grab a water bottle and close the fridge. I walk towards the front door and look out the side window and see Zayn parked against the curb in his moms BMW. My mind goes back to the very first incident when I first saw the car. I back away from the window and open the door for him. "Hey" I say and slightly smile. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be, actually I was glad to see him. "Come on I need to tell you something" he says and grabs a hold of my wrist as he pulls me inside and closes the door behind me. "Hi Zayn" my mom calls out from the living room. "Hi Mrs. Marin" he calls out and smiles. "Okay come on" he says and leads me upstairs to my room. "What is it Zayn?!" I ask with a confused tone. "Its about you" he says seriously and looks me in the eye. I furrow my eyebrows and take a seat on my bed. I stays quiet and looks around. "This could cost my life okay..." he starts to say and bites his bottom lip. "Be cautious of you talk to...and be very cautious of your surroundings" he says and sits next to me. "That's it?" I say looking at him. "Um..yeah" he says and looks around. "Zayn, I am cautious with who I talk to and my surroundings but it never keeps me safe.." I say and roll my eyes. "How does this cost you your life?" I ask shaking my head. "You just don't understand, never mind" Zayn says and starts to get up. "I've been trying to understand for the longest time Zayn, trust me" I say and roll my eyes. "I know, just forget about it! When you need me I wont be here!" he says and opens my door. "You were the one who wrote those messages to me on tumblr, didn't you?!" I ask cocking an eyebrow. "What?" he asks as if he didn't know what I was talking about. "Please, you know exactly what I'm talking about" I say and roll my eyes. "Honestly, I don't!" he says and walks off. "Zayn!" I yell and follow him down the stairs. He continues walking out the house. "Zayn! I just wanted to know if it was you who wrote those messages!" I ask and grab his wrist. "Well no those weren't me!" he yells and jerks away from my grip. I stand there watching him get into the car and drive off. Why did I have to try so hard...