Voices Numb: Zayn Malik

Chapter 2.

We borded the train and Zayn lead me to our seats in first class. I took a seat in the big chair and spread myself out. "So how long have you all been planning this?"

"Well actually it was Liam's idea to bring you out, and I was thinking maybe if you don't miss home too much you would like to spend some time with us on tour to America."

I smiled my cheesy grin at him and rested my feet across his lap. "I would LOVE to!" I said putting an accent on each letter.

I took out my phone and logged onto twitter as the train began to move. I tweeted to my friends letting them know once again that I was so thankful and that I loved them. I wanted to stay up all night chatting to Zayn but I was so emotionally tired. I decided I would try and get some rest, leaning back into the chair. I hoped it wouldn't be restless.

I'm used to nightmares of the past but they seemed more real now that I was asleep next to Zayn. After the third time I jolted myself awake I gave up on sleep and attempted to make conversation with Zayn.

He noticed me looking at him and he shut his laptop.

"So, what's new in the world of Cole?"

"Not much." I looked away and I wanted to keep the conversation to anything but what I had been up to. "My life is boring compared to that of Zayn Malik."

He laughed but continued with the questions.

"Are you still dancing?"

"Yup." I said a little too quickly, oh shit I hope he didn't notice. He looked unsure of what to say next but thankfully the conductors voice blasted over the speaker telling us we would be arriving at Kings Cross in 20 minutes. I didn't want to talk about anything to do with Bradford or the people in it. If Zayn ever found out about me then he would lose all respect and never talk to me again and I couldn't handle that.

We eventually pulled into Kings Cross. I hadn't been to London since I was about 10 and the thought of being away from Bradford now made me almost jump with joy. We were quickly ushered into a cab and headed to what I guessed was Zayn's apartment. 

I had the window down, the cool air blowing through my hair and a warm Zayn sitting next to me. We pulled up to a brand new apartment block in god knows what part of London. The four boys were waiting in the lobby as we walked inside. 

They rushed to hug Zayn as he introduced me too each of them. Liam was first and he hugged me saying "It's nice to meet you, I have heard so much. The Harry and Louis engulfed me into a group hug next and I was gasping for air by the time I hugged Niall.

The boys helped me carry my things out of the car and I could hear the deafening screams even from where I was standing. It wasn't until now that I actually contemplated just what Zayn's new life must be like.

God I am tired. Both physically and emotionally tired. I had been happy one minute and absolutely broken the next. We had devoured an amazing dinner and were now sitting around the living room. I could feel my eyes drooping heavy with the weight of today. 

"Hey I'm knackered I think I might head in" I whispered quietly in Zayn's ear. 

"I better sort you somewhere to sleep then"

"Hey where are you two going?" Louis looked alarmed that the evening was going to be cut short. 

"Cole's had a bloody long day mate. But hey have we got a spare mattress or something?"

"Harry was supposed to sort it."

"Yeah about that."

"Bloody hell Harry!"

"Sorry sorry I'll make sure I sort it tomorrow!" He looked genuinely apologetic 

"It's alright Harry, I'll just sleep out here I don't mind." I felt kind of bad for him, I really didn't mind. 

"Don't be silly Cole you can just share my room tonight. Come on lets go."

I said goodnight to the boys as I headed up to Zayn's room. As soon as I hit the mattress I began to drift off. I could feel Zayn pull the covers over me before slipping in beside me. 

"What are you doing?"

"You bitch, you don't deserve to live."

"Please, please don't, I haven't done anything

"You did this, you took everything."

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHORE!"

"NOOO!"

My screams woke me out of my sleep and I sat up. Zayn rolled out of bed and the other boys burst through the door. Harry was holding a frying pan.

"What's going on?" Liam sounded frantic.

"Is everyone ok, no one hurt?"

"Why were you screaming?"

Zayn got up off the floor and sat down on the bed next to me. He put his hand on my leg and looked at me.

"I-I'm f-fine" I managed to stutter out. "I just had a bad dream it's nothing."

They didn't look so sure, but slowly one by one they left the room and went back to sleep. Then it was just Zayn and I sitting in silence. I rolled over and didn't even want to look at him I was so embarrassed. I knew my actions would just stir up questions that didn't need to be brought up.

Suddenly, I felt a weight on top of me. Zayn had pinned me down to the bed underneath him so that I had no choice but to look into his eyes.

"You know I'm always here for you right?"

My eyes teared up and I nodded. I shouldn't be feeling like this, Zayn was my friend. Uhh I wanted to turn this off so badly, but he was lying on top of me and my mind was running a million miles per minute.

"When you're ready to talk, ok." He hopped off me and took me in his arms, as I tried to fall back into sleep.