Philophobia (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty

I was now staring up warily at Zayn who was now walking towards me eagerly. His eye were set on mine as if he was determined to finish something.

Why was he walking towards me like that? Was he going to hurt me? He would never. Or maybe he would. Was he going to help me up? Maybe.

I was soon out of my thoughts when Zayn's gesture caught me off guard. I watched him under my lashes as he lowered his hand for me to take, pulling me up on my two feet as he slowly placed me on the edge of the bed.

I slowly glanced up at him "Do you want some tea" he asked, now breaking the silence as my eyes widen in surprise. I now knew that he wanted to help me as soon as he stared down at me with nothing but a glint of sorrow in his eyes. The looks he gave me was as if he was sorry. But for what? Was it because I was held captive? Because he felt pity for me for what has to come? Or was it because I was now falling in love with a ruthless man and he knew it? 

"W-what?" I whispered confusedly, my eyes now narrowing on his as I stared up at him frighteningly.

"What's wrong?" He spoke silkily now catching my attention. Why was he being so nice to me? There was something off about him.

"I'm sorry" I shook my head as I stood up. "You just caught me off guard, t-that's all." I spoke as he eyed me curiously. 

He bit his lower lip nervously, chewing on it as he stared down at me. His eyes never leaving my vulnerable state. "What do you mean?" He ask confusedly as he frowned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I j-just thought you were going to hurt me" I admitted, the heat now rising onto my cheeks as I blushed, staring at the ground in embarrassment. My head now raising up as my eyes suddenly narrowed on his brown ones.

I stared as his eyes widen in fear and his mouth was now slightly parted "Are you mad, woman?" He yelled at me with a shocking expression on his face whilst I stared up at him as I froze.

"I treasure my life like a piece of gold" he spoke trying to cheer me up as I stared up at him amusedly, a grin now forming on the corner of my mouth. "I don't want it ripped out of me from Harry." He hissed as I smirked.

I knew Harry was capable of it, I wasn't stupid.

"I just din't-" I spoke but he cut me off as he shook his head. "Let's just forget it, I don't want this becoming a topic of something to discus with Harry and quite frankly I don't want to die any time soon" he spoke as I nodded. I din't realize Zayn was like this, so easy to talk with, understanding and amusing. 

I always thought he was scary, with the mysterious aura he varied with himself. I never thought he would actually be the one to cheer me up after a sudden breakdown. But I knew he was only being like this because I was upset, and I appreciated it.

"How about that cup of tea?" Zayn accent rang in my ear as he asked me now staring expectedly at me. I nodded my head sharply as he nodded back turning around towards the door.

"I'll meet you downstairs, I just need to get some- hmm pants" I awkwardly mumbled as he nodded now walking out of the door, leading himself towards the kitchen, his chuckles behind heard as he disappeared from my sight.

That was awkward.

I was now shuffling around my room, searching for my pants. I checked under the bed, the corners of the room but I just couldn't find the item. And that's when I suddenly remembered, my suitcase was still in Harry's room. I had some extra clothes in my room but my pants were in my suitcase. I sighed, closing my eyes shut, knowing very well what to that. I exhaled quietly, now bolting out of my door as I walked towards Harry's bedroom, next door.