My heart is racing, it gets faster each seconds. My eyes are now wide open and I turn around as Zayn is shouting beside me. I put my hand on my heart as it doesn't slow down and look at him, frightened. He is sweating from head to toe and gasps for air at the moment, drops of sweat are running down his head and I wonder what is happening to him. His breath is heavy and loud, he is shaking."Zayn ?!" I touch his arm but he jolts by surprise and stands up.
"I need," he holds his hand in the air, "I need a moment."
"What is going on ? I thought someone was attacking us !" I stand up as well and come closer to him, but he moves back. He puts his hand on his knees and bent over as if he was trying to find some air to breathe. "Zayn ! Are you okay ?!"
"It's fine I just," he breathes, "I had the worst nightmare of my life." He says.
"But what kind of nightmare was it ? I've never seen you like this."
He decides to sit down on an armchair and closes his eyes without saying anything. I take an empty glass and fill it with some water and hand it to him. He drinks it slowly and looks away, he still looks terrified from what happened in his head.
"You are scaring me." I admit.
"Trust me, I'm the one who's scared right now." He says as he puts the glass of water on the bedside table.
"Tell me about this nightmare." We both sit on the bed, in the dark when he starts to confess.
"I received a call from Lucia, she asked me to come to her place to deal and end up that thing that started years ago. We had a fight about it, you and I, but I decided to go anyway. And when I met her, things went bad, really bad." He says as his voice gets discrete.
"What do you mean ?" I frown.
"In this nightmare you..." he shakes his head, "you were working for her, right from the beginning. Like all of this was just a lie and you were only fooling me. This shit seemed so real."
"But Zayn," I say confused as I take his cold hand, "none of this is real, I'm here with you and I never lied to you."
"Yeah..." He says closing his eyes, his voice weak. I take his face between my hands to make him facing me and look at him right in his eyes.
"Do not let her get into your head, you understand ?" His bambi eyes got me and I can feel his pain right though them, it tears me apart.
"But I feel like she already succeeded, actually." He admits.
"I won't let you," I shake my head, "I won't let you suffer, you are stronger than her."
"But you're my biggest weakness, Candice." He says with honesty, "I'm not scared of death, I'm scared to be in a world where you don't belong. And being in this world without you is something I cannot bear."
"What can I do Zayn ?" I say quite desperate as I see his eyes full of grief.
"I think it's time." He says solemnly.
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My dear boss Zayn
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] "If you want to be a good liar, believe your lie." Machiavel. In which Candice becomes Zayn's new personal assistant. Zayn is rich, seductive, charismatic, powerful and he knows it. But this man hides a personality and a life much more...