INSOMNIAC // H.S

Chapter 22

I ran down the street pulling my hoodie over my head and continued to face down to the wet road. Knowing that Harry is so stupid to pull a move that would get him into a mess he can't keep tidy, I find him heroic yet stubborn.

The subway was quiet with just one man sitting opposite me. The shadow his hood cast over his face was scaring me and the silence was deathly I felt uncomfortable.

ONE HOUR AGO

GRAYSON'S POV

"Grayson, pass me the hammer thanks." Oliver shouted fixing in a painting onto the plain wall. 

"Sure thing." I passed the hammer and continued putting decoration lights up across the ceiling. I was feeling worried about Sierra but I knew it was something to do with Harry. We weren't on the best terms but he hasn't seemed to piss me off lately. I had a delicate hand untangling wires until I felt the buzz in my pocket. Looking at my lock screen, I had a text from Sierra saying she'd be back in an hour or so. 

I felt like replying but I decided not too and put it back in my pocket. Something wasn't right, the whole idea of sneaking out, not telling me what was wrong, it just wasn't something she'd do. "Can you tell Sierra we're having dinner in ten?" he told me perfecting the slanted painting.

"She's watching a friend perform at a recital in school." 

"I thought she didn't have friends." he turned to me and I frowned. "Excuse me, that was rude." pardoning himself and I smiled awkwardly. "So that curly haired boy?"

"Yeah, him. She'll be back soon." 

The doorbell rung and Oliver trotted to the door. "I'll get it." he yelled. I resumed setting the lights until I remembered what Sierra told me to do in case this happened. 

"..tell them i'm at central park even when i'm not." her words replayed in my head and I climbed down the ladder and rushed to the front door. Hiding behind a pillar I pry.

"Can I speak to Sierra Campbell? I don't know if i'm at the right house." a thick British accent says and I come to intervene.

"Sierra? Ah right Rodriguez, we can talk outside." I sheepishly act out. "Excuse me Mr Underwood." I say shutting the door and pushing whoever this guy is out the doorway. 

"Who the hell are you?" the guy says. He has dark hair and sharp eyes. 

"Yeah i'm her friend, she's at central park." I lie hoping he'd buy whatever I was trying to sell.

"Central park? I checked, she isn't there." he proves me wrong and I quiver nervously.

"Oh.. I didn't know she'd be somewhere else..." I play with my thumbs.

"Right, it's okay mate, name isn't Rodriguez. It's Zayn." and he walks off and across the street.

SIERRA'S POV

I still look at the man in the hood, he is quiet too quiet and when he got off his feet. I breathed heavily when he pulled my wrists and slammed me against the wall of the train. He put his hands over my mouth as I winced and whimpered. Who is this guy? My head hurt from the impact and my heart was pounding against my chest. "Sierra. Be quiet." he cooed while removing his large hands. And when he did I screamed like a mad man and lashed trying to kick him.

I was crying so much afraid that I was going to be in trouble. I don't know what he would do. What Harry would do. I was kicking and yelling so hard until the most unexpected thing occured.

His lips crashed with mine and they were rough and harsh but it was a loving tough. My heavy breathing stop and he kissed me against the wall. His hoodie fell off the top of his head and it was Zayn's black hair. My eyes grew but I saw from the back he pulled out something and injected me with it. 

I was about to pull back and shove him away but when the liquid seeped beneath my skin, my heart rate rested into a walk and my breathing flowed gently. He sedated me but we were still kissing and my train of thought just vanished. I was too calm and my mind could feel it but my body didn't.

I'm craving. Craving this kiss and craving him. He parted and whispered. "Are you okay?" 

"Better." and the wildest thing happened. I moved him to the other wall and kissed him fast and swift. We moved in sync and as we parted again, our foreheads were against each others with heavy breathing steaming in between. I could see the smirk in the shadows cast upon our faces. "Zayn help me get what I want."

"Sure" his eyes gleamed and I removed his shirt showing those toned abs of his. Seeing them made me die inside and needed more. I'm mentally snapping back and forth and stopping myself for a few seconds but continuing to roughly kiss him like i've known every inch of him. The feeling is indescribable and I can't help but do so. 

He ripped the clothes off my back and threw it onto the floor. I was there half naked with a man a barely knew and most of all knew I hated. He turned my back to the wall and pushed my body upwards. "Do you want to?" he hushed into my ear with his lips touching the tip of my ear.

"More than happy too." I whispered back. He reared me higher against the wall and time adjusted along with me until it went away. It's gone. I know it and it's gone. I wanted to lose it. And it's gone. He was slow and easy. Exactly how I wanted it to go. 

As it all went by and the train stopped. I stepped out while Zayn stayed in the carrige. I looked behind to see Zayn with hands in his pocket and smiled with half his mouth. Once the doors shut again I walked up the doors and out into the streets.

Still with the rain surrounding me, I walked lonely while the cars zoom past like lights. The street was busy as I shoved past unfamiliar faces. A broad shoulder knocked me onto the floor and even along the dark pavements I could recognize the venomous coloured eyes look at me. "Sorry." he offered a hand still afraid to look at him. His voice was warm and comforting like sweaters on freezing days unlike Zayn's rough and cold voice. I think of it poetically. Harry is my fire and Zayn is that ice burning out the spark. "Hey love you alright?" Harry asks once more.

I cry a salty wet tear mixing with the rain water. "I'm going to have to go." he says loudly upon the herd of walking business men while I still sit on the damp floor. He leaves and walks off.

"Harry!" I shout and his head turns and I flush with tears even more seeing his face. He pushes and squeezes past everyone and holds me in his arms as I cry feeling the warmth of him. We stand in the crowd like an obstacle to everyone around us. 

"Baby let me take you home." he suggest soothingly putting his arm round my shoulders and holding me close to his body. We walk to my house and he takes his beanie off. 

"Do you need me to stay the night because i'd happily do so for you Sierra." he asks me and I decline his offer with a nod. I feel this terrible feeling infesting in my heart. I hooked up with the enemy when I have him. I can't sleep with him. "I know there's something up. I'll leave you be but Sierra call me."

"Sure.." I mumble.

"I told you to stay inside didn't I?" he questions and I become nervous. Too nervous that I blurted.

"It was just for tonight. Please don't get all mad with me, it's too late at night for this." 

"Just this time but I mean it when I tell you something. It's dangerous." he comes closer to me and kisses my forehead. "Goodnight."

*SORRY IT TOOK LIKE FIVE YEARS BUT HOPE IT'S OKAY.