𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 » 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 (𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥)

chapter forty four

Harry

After I had received Zayn's urgent text message, we immediately picked a time and place to meet at and talk. It got me thinking about what he could possibly want and why so urgent. It also had me a little worried. Maybe something bad had happened, or what if he was going to tell me he had to leave again? Just the mere thought of having Zayn leave from my life once again made my heart ache. He was such a breath of fresh air, he somebody to talk and connect with, and he made me happy again. What if all of that was about to get ripped away from me again? I knew I shouldn't be thinking like that, Zayn wasn't even mine... and I wasn't his. Not anymore. And maybe not even ever again.

I hated when my mind just took simple things such as a text and turned it into something so big. It was probably nothing but here I am assuming the worse things possible. It was just how my mind worked. Always thinking about the worst possibilities and turning nothing into something. The perks of having an overreactive imagination. I closed my eyes letting out a deep breath, opening them again. I needed to stop over thinking everything, that's how things got messed up. I thought too much, too fast to jump to conclusions. It was the main thing that got in the way of Liam and I's relationship. I was always off in space and leaving him on the side lines. Even though I hadn't had real feelings for him, I still feel he deserved better than me, you know? But, that was the last thing I need to worry about.

It was dark out and all the guys in the house were relaxed and doing their own thing. I didn't want to be too suspicious, but I had to get out of here somehow without everyone questioning me. So, I told them I was going out to get some fresh air since it had been hot all day and it was finally starting to cool off now that the sun had gone down. Thankfully, it was believable enough. Although, Liam of course gave me a suspicious look. He was still a bit bitter over the break up.. but he didn't say anything, only shrugged and went back to what he was doing. So, I exit the tower and make my way down the far side of the beach away from the tower where the ocean was hidden behind the rocks.

Zayn had already been there waiting for me. I stopped in my tracks just a few feet away from him, clasping my hands behind my back like some shy new kid in town. Zayn was pacing back and forth, I could tell something was definitely wrong. I bit my lip feeling my hands starts to sweat and the nervousness kicking in more. Zayn stops pacing and looks my way when he realizes that I'm here. He sauntered over to me and I was bit surprised when he pulled me into a hug. I slowly wrap my own arms around him, wondering what this was all about. "Zayn?"

Zayn pulls away and looks down at me, "Sorry." He mumbles. I shake my head.

"It's okay... but what's wrong? What's going on?" I asked cautiously. Zayn sighs, then he grabs my hand and pulls me down so that we are sitting right up against the rocks, hidden from view. He faces me, seeming to be thinking of what to say next. My heart races waiting what seemed like forever for him to speak. I felt like I'd die on the inside if he didn't say something soon. The anticipation was already killing me slowly.

"I think... I think we're in danger." He finally says. I frown slightly, tilting my head in curiosity.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't be weirded out okay? But, I was watching you today while you were in battle with those criminals-" He says. I was far from weirded out, I was more so embarrassed that Zayn's eyes had been on me the whole time without my acknowledgement. My cheeks tinted red and I swallowed harshly. "And I saw someone watching you all from afar. He seemed off, so I immediately confronted him."