Fire Starter

Chapter Seven

For future references, JUST because you read that a male has curly hair DOES NOT mean that it is Harry. And if some guy is blonde, it's not always gonna be Niall. x

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"Nicole!" Zayn called up to me, sounding like he were calling me from underwater. In my head I went to see what he wanted, but in reality I was still half asleep, not having moved an inch.

I'd been up late last night and I could tell that it was early in the morning because of the way the cold attic arm felt against my exposed skin. I just wanted to sleep; to hibernate even.

It could have been a broom stick that Zayn was banging against the ceiling that frightened me causing me to jolt awake and roll over.

The bed was so miniature that the roll over had resulted in me colliding to the floor with a loud thud.

I cried out in pain. What a great way to start my day.

Zayn called my name again, this time his voice was clear, as I had assumed he had opened the entrance to the attic.

"I know you're up there."

What was so important that he was waking me up rather than letting me wake up when my body chose to?

"I'm coming, God dammit." I growled, clutching my arm that I landed on top of.

Why was he waking me up as if I had school this early in the morning?

I heard Zayn's footsteps retreat down the hall while I squinted around, looking for a sign of my glasses.

I didn't find them, but as I rummaged through the sheets I found my missing sock, then remade the bed.

It was too early in the morning for me to try to find my glasses, so I left them be, and went on my way. There probably wasn't even anything important that I would need to see from a distance anyways, not even Zayn's face.

Bright light shone through the round window.

The ceiling was painted like the sky, blue with white fluffy spots here and there as clouds. The four walls around me were white. The room was a beautiful room in the sunlight. A beautiful scenario. There was carpet up here in the attic, but the room itself seemed so archaic that patches of the dark carpet were rolled up, and leant against the wall, which revealed wooden rusted floor boards. It seemed like the room could be in a museum.

I looked out the window for a glimpse of the city, but the glass was covered in specks of morning dew and last night's rain drop remains. I wound the small handle repeatedly until I heard a click indicating that I could open the window. Rather than the window swinging inward, it swung outward to open.

It was big enough for me to stick my head out and possibly even my shoulder blades, but I didn't want to risk getting stuck or falling out.

I had a perfect view of the city, but it was hard to really make anything out of it. You could see the huge Ferris Wheel but I couldn't tell if it was spinning or still. Everything was just vibrantly alluring. If I gave a description of what I saw exactly, it wouldn't make any sense whatsoever.

What made me jump from my tranquil was the heavy footsteps coming again. I rush to close the window, jog towards the opening to crawl down the later, and as soon I got down, I ran into Zayn's body accidentally. I was about fall back onto my butt, but he grabbed my shoulders, steadying me. His hands were tight and harsh, but the gesture itself was overwhelming.

"Oh, sorry," I muttered, pulling away and pushing passed him and into the bathroom. I didn't even look up at his face.

I needed to brush my teeth, but I didn't have anything to use, until I saw that Zayn had left toothpaste and an unopened white toothbrush for me. It had to be for me because I was almost positive that no one else lived here, and if they did, they'd already own a toothbrush.