This isn't real {Zayn Malik}

I would go to hell

I woke up to a bitter cold mattress where only I lay. I didn't know where Zayn was, but the fear of him leaving or worst struck my mind. Ever since out little incident, I have been covered with nothing but fear and anxiety. I checked my phone for any messages, nothing. So finally I dragged myself out of bed, and made my way to the kitchen. Zayn sat on the couch with the remote in one hand, and a mug of coffee in the other.

"Morning sleepy head" he said with a smile.

"Morning. How long have you been up?"

"Eh long enough to make this coffee."

"Smartass."

With that he got up from his seat, an made his way over to me kissing my forehead. He set his coffee down, and pulled me to the couch.

"What day is it?"

"Friday."

I nodded before burying my head in Zayn's neck. He ran his fingers trough my knotted hair, as I did with his. We giggled like 3 year olds, but that's what made it fun.

Later that day we went out just to eat. We went to a little Mexican restaurant downtown. The food was delicious, an the restaurant itself was amazing. We shared small talk, and even exchanged a few kisses. After we left, it was close to 8:30, so we went straight home.

"Babe come here"

I strolled over to Zayn, who had a smile on his face.

"Yeeeees?"

He chucked before carrying me bridal style to the room. There he laid me on the bed, and crawled next to me. We lay there, with his arms wrapped around me, and my arms around his neck as we kissed passionately. Before long he was hovering over me still kissing me. Now his shirt was off, as well as mine, but we didn't do anything with that. He just kissed me with his warm sweet lips, and I kissed him back. We pulled apart only for seconds as he spoke.

"I love you Layla. I absolutely love you"

I smiled before our lips met again, making me lose what I was about to say. Before I could realize what was happening, I felt Zayn's hot breath sting my neck, which he now was kissing. It made me giggle, which made Zayn kiss it even more. Now he was gently sucking, as I ran my fingers through his hair. I let out a slight moan which caused him to pull away, and kiss me again. We continued this well into the night, until we both fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning with his arms wrapped around me tightly. I turned my head to see Zayn's eyes open, and a smile on his face.

"Why so happy this early?"

"This early? Its 1:12 Hun."

"1:12! Dang why didn't you wake me?"

"Its cute when you sleep"

I smiled before sitting up, and crawling out of bed. Before my feet even met the ground I felt a hand grasp my wrist, and bring me back to bed. I didn't fight with him, so I just lay next to him again. We talked, and kissed, like we always did. Everything was so perfect since I met him.

*doorbell*

"Ugh who is this?" Zayn asked while pulling himself out of bed.

"Harry. What are you doing here man?"

"I have news. Good and bad."

"Uh come on in"

I could hear the conversation from the bedroom just fine, but moments later Zayn called me into the kitchen where they were sitting.

"Harry has some news"

I nodded, then Harry began to speak.

"Addy, well she's going to prison for a good 6 years, since she is under 18."

I nodded as he continued.

"That was the good news. The bad news is the guys who shot you, well they aren't getting any charges. They claimed they were "set up" to do it."

Now I was mad. Set up? This boiled my blood as well as Zayn's. He stood up, and just like that went to his room, locking both me and Harry out. Harry was about to leave before I pulled him back asking him to stay. He nodded and sat on the couch next to me.

"Do you think we're in danger?"

"Yup. No doubt in my mind"

I loved that Harry was so honest and straight forward. It did scare me a bit, but it was better than sugarcoating it.

Zayn emerged from his room and sat next to me, grabbing my hand.

"So what your saying is that they aren't gettin any punishment for trying to kill me. Yeah? So now my whole family is in danger? I already lost my sister what more do they want? Do they want Layla? My mum? My dad? Me?"

He continued yelling. I noticed when he was mad his accent is so much stronger. He had gum in his mouth, like he always does when he's mad or nervous. And now his red eyes danced around the room. Harry looked down in disappointment as he and Zayn talked. In all honesty I was zoned out, and didn't hear the conversation, all I know was it ended with Harry leaving, and Zayn going and heating up a pizza. When the pizza was done, we ate in silence, then he went to his room, and I stayed and watched tv.

He didn't come out at all, except to pee and take me to bed. Even then, there were no kisses, no holding, no talking at all. Complete, bitter sweet silence the whole night. I could tell he was hurting, and that he was scared. But I was too. We were all scared.

"Zayn its not good to keep it bottled up. You know what my mom use to say?"

"What?"

"If your not screaming, your crying. And if you aren't crying, your laughing"

And just like that Zayn broke into a million pieces.

"I want to keep you safe and now none of us are!"

"As long as I'm with you I'm safe Zayn"

"No no you are not Layla! I can't always be there. What if your out with friends, I can't save you then. What if your with your mum, I can't be there!"

"Zayn please it's okay!"

The room fell silent again, except for the occasional sniff from Zayn. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Before saying something to me.

"I would go to hell just to keep you safe. And I may just do that"

AN!

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