WALLS(Zayn Malik A.U)

Chapter 15: Truly, madly, deeply crazy

*Lots of p.o.v switches*

ZAYN

My breathing picked up unevenly as I blinked at the window. No Harry. I looked back at Ava and she was picking at her meal.

"Zayn, its gonna storm tonight"

What the f*uck.

I couldn't breathe at all right now, what is air?! I took another look out the window and all I saw were the bushes outside the window.

"Zayn, you okay there" Ginger asked, when did she return.

What just happened, Holy s*hit what just happened? What is wrong with me. I am f*ucking seeing things.

"Zayn"

"I-I, I'm going to my room okay so just...Holy f*uck."

AVA

I watched on as Zayn rushed out of the cafeteria. His nurse Mikey became alarmed when he saw him running out of the place. What the hell was that all about.

"Zayn's officially went bonkers" Ginger spoke.

I kept staring at the doorway where he exited. "Yea, maybe"

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I sighed as I stepped into my room and collapsed down on my bed. Wiggling my body around to get as comfortable as possible in this damn bed. Giving up I laid on my back with my knees in the air. A cool breeze was coming through the window comforting me a little. Originally I planned on napping before my session with Margaret but, Zayn's odd behavior is still swimming in my mind like a fish running from a shark.

What was with him today he was perfectly fine then he just went well, crazy. I narrowed my eyes as I focused on my windowsill in between my knees. I sat up o focus on the strange thing sitting on it. Paper? I got up slowly and walked over to it. Yea, paper. It was folded up with a blue string tied around it, after removing the string and tossing it on the floor I unfolded the paper.

There are things you don't understand love, and you're digging yourself deeper into this mess. Stop now if you don't wanna dig yourself a grave.

In other words: Stay the fuck away.

-Us.

What the hell.

I read the paper again before coming to my conclusion. Zayn is being a bastard and wrote this to scare me off. He honestly thinks I'm his little freaking stalker. I groaned and threw the paper in my top drawer. I never got this he's not getting to me. I won't let him.

There was a knock on the door and I rolled my eyes and stuffed my hands into my hockey hoodie.

"Ava, its time for your session with Margaret"

"Yea, yea I know"

ZAYN

I've paced my room at least one thousand times in the past few hours. I can't be here anymore. I'm going f*ucking crazy because I know I'm dying in two and a half months. Oh my God. I am truly going crazy.