The Agent |ZM|

/17/

-NEWCASTLE, WY-

Skyler.

My eyes flutter open, and I intake a sharp breath as I take in my surroundings. I'm laying on a bed, covered in a thick blanket providing me with warmth.

I turn my head to the left, clenching my jaw when I feel how sore my neck is. I see a glass window, the light of the day shining through it. How long was I out? And where the heck am I? The last thing I remember is Zayn fighting Jay and then-

Wait, Zayn.

Did he get hurt? He got a few good blows from Jay. Oh my God, what if Jay killed him and kidnapped me?

I start to panic as I throw the blanket off of me and turn to get off of the bed. A headache hits me hard, making my vision go blurry for a second. I put my hand on my forehead and open my eyes, more worried about searching for him.

I stop at the sight of Zayn sleeping on the black leather chair next to me, his legs sprawled on the ground in a somehow comfortable position for him, his head resting on one arm, leaning on it. His chest rises and falls slowly.

I let out a breath of relief, my shoulders falling slightly. I don't know what I'd do if something had happened to him, I would blame myself over and over because it's my fault.

God, I'm beyond glad he's breathing.

My eyes land on a bandage on the right side of his forehead, and another on the end of his left brow. The sight causes a frown to make it's way to my lips.

I stand to my feet, to only fall to the ground. I huff when I see my bruised ankle, I completely forgot about this. Though it's wrapped up and cleaned, so that's good. It also doesn't hurt as much, I think I can walk and all.

I hear shuffling beside me, but before I can look up, a pair of arms wrap around me, lifting me up and helping me sit on the bed.

My eyes meet bright caramel ones, "You're awake." His sleepy, raspy voice speaks, relief mixed somewhere in there, giving me a sense of warmth.

"Hi," I say, giving him a small smile.

"Hi." He chuckles.

"Have I been unconscious for long?"

"Almost 15 hours," he says, shocking me. "Lou checked what that guy used on you and said It'd keep you out for about 10 hours, but it crossed that long ago and then I thought maybe he used something else or drugged you or some shit and-" he rants, managing to make me laugh.

"Did I scare you?" I tease, getting closer to him.

"I.. uh.. No..?" He stutters, sounding really cute.

"I did, you got scared for me." I say, a cheeky smile forming on my face.

"No, I didn't." He defends himself.

"Then why were you sleeping here?"

"I got tired, and I was checking on you."

"Since when?"

"I don't know,"

"Zayn." I press, raising an eyebrow at him.

He rolls his eyes, "Since morning,"

My face falls, "You didn't sleep at night? Did you get hurt that bad?" I place the palm of my hand on his cheek, raising my thumb to run it over the bandage on his brow. The memory of him getting punched multiple times finds it's way to my mind, making my heart ache.

He closes his eyes at my touch, taking a breath. He opens them again, staring at me, "No, I didn't get hurt that bad, that douche's got nothing against me."