Paul's Assistant

Hazy Reality

This chapter to me so looong to write! That's why I haven't updated in FOREVER! The POVs change a lot in this chappie... ENJOY!

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Chapter Twenty-Six

Hazy Reality

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*Emma's POV*

I rolled over in my bed uncomfortably.

The skin beneath my bandage iched and if I took it off I risked infection.

I hate Paul... I hate him so much.

He wouldn't let me go to training today because of my injury (yeah, I want to go so I can take my anger out on a poor little punching bag). But I wouldn't HAVE this stupid bruise if HE hadn't been such and IDIOT!

I'm supposed to go tommarow so I really need some sleep. I've been trying since an hour after dinner with no success yet. I could hear only the shuffling of someones feet as they moved down the hall... Who's even up this late?!

I slowly sat up as the figure passed in front of my door. I pulled on my shoes and did my hair into a quick pony-tail.

Where's he going?

*Zayn's POV*

Clubbing.

I'm going clubbing.

Why you ask? Little Mix started their tour in London a few days ago, doing two shows before moving to their next one; Dublin.

I figured that since we're in the same city and we may not see eachother for awhile that Perrie and I should have a fun night.

Before you get the wrong idea, Perrie is one of my best friends. It's been that way since us guys first met Little Mix. So, a night out with her isn't that weird.

I walked as quiet as possible down the hall, trying not to wake anyone up. I walked past Emma's room and sighed.

I haven't really talked to her since the day before her training. It's not my fault though! She knows I'm busy and stuff...

I wanted to take her with me, I really did. But, considering what happened the last time we were at a club, I decided not. I doubt she'd even have a good time with the injuries she has.

I quietly opened and closed the door. I began walking down the hall, not expecting a thing...

*Emma's POV*

I silently slipped through the door behind Zayn and watched as his silhouette faded into the shadows. I heard a lift make a dinging noise and knew Zayn was gone.

I ran to the stairs and slid down the railing. What? It's quicker and quieter.

I ran and slid down A LOT more railings before reaching the bottom. I quickly opened the stairway door to see Zayn's leg dissapear out the door. I snuck out the door, watching him from the shadows as he got into a cab.

I ran to the side of the road and quickly reeled in another cab. "Where to?" He said.

"Just follow them." I said quickly.

He obeyed and drove. Their was two cars between the cabs so Zayn wouldn't be too suspecting.

What are you up to?

*Zayn's POV*

When we reached the club, I paid and got out of the cab. The music pounded my ears and the lights danced along the sidewalk.

Perrie was waiting for me, leaned against a wall, a clutch in her hand. I smiled and walked over to her. "Oh hi Zayn! Ready to paaartaaay?" She asked.