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Chapter 9

Zayn's POV

I thought about just sleeping in this morning; skipping out on what she had been thinking about. I was afraid of what she would say. She promised she wasn't planning on leaving me any time soon, but that didn't stop my paranoia. I could barely sleep last night, I ended up camping out on the couch again.

But here I am, sitting in my car in front of her house, thirty minutes early.

I was restless and I only got two hours of sleep. I woke up at four and never went back to sleep. I paced back and forth and tried to find snacks but the feeling in my stomach told me I wouldn't be able to hold it down. When 5:45 rolled around, I decided to just take a drive for an hour then go pick her up, but that drive led me straight to her house at 6:45.

That's the time she's normally waking up. I looked up at her window and saw the curtains opening. She looked around then noticed my car. Her eyebrows furrowed then she disappeared. 60 seconds later, her front door was opening and she walked down her long walk-way to get to me. I rolled the window down and waited for her to speak. She bent over slightly to meet the level of my car window and her face was just inches from mine.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. It was evident in her voice and on her face that she was exhausted.

"I couldn't sleep," I confessed.

She ran her hand over her messy hair, trying to think of a response, but she couldn't find one.

"How late were you up last night?" I asked.

She shrugged, hugging her shivering body. "Probably past 11."

Her voice was convincing but the weariness in her eyes was telling otherwise. "Tell me the truth."

She sighed. "Past one, maybe two."

"Spencer,"

"I'm fine Zayn. Just tired."

I studied her closely, but no matter how hard I tried, there was no way to tell what she was thinking. I felt her hand brush my cheek then her lips on mine. Her lips hugged my upper lip comfortingly before she pulled away.

"I'm just tired, that's all," she spoke softly. "Stop thinking too hard about the wrong things." Her thumb stroked my cheek bone then she headed back into her house, giving me one last assuring wave before closing the door.

I let out the breath I'd been holding and closed my eyes for a short moment...

"Zayn!" the voice cried again. "Why did you do that?! He wasn't going to do anything! He said he'd come back!"

"You think we'll let him off that easy?" His voice growled. "That wouldn't be very fun now, would it?"

I opened my eyes and all I could concentrate on was the unbearable pain in my leg. I yelled and groaned in pain as the smoke filled my lungs.

"Shut up before I put a bullet through your head this time!" He snapped. I saw double everywhere I looked, and when I tried to focus my eyes, a powerful headache smacked me in the head.

"Zayn..." Her voice was softer now. "Zayn, please get up. Zayn... Zayn get up."

"M-Mari...sole..." I fumbled for her name.

"Zayn! Wake up!"

My eyes shot open and those desperate brown eyes transformed to worried green ones. "Z-Zayn..." she mumbled.

I lifted my head and took in my surroundings. I could feel the moisture in my eyes and on my face. I wiped away the tears then looked over at Spencer. All that was evident was worry and fear for me. She barely blinked as she looked at me.