He's Too Dangerous-Zayn Malik

Chapter Twenty Six- Pills 'n' Potions

Yashita's P.O.V*One Week Later*

Keep your mind straight else they'll only use you as bait. You need to keep yourself together, else they'll only replace you for better.

Those were the words, running through my head since last week.The images of all those innocent dead bodies, the gun shots, Katheryn's scared figure. Everyone else, has carried on just fine, like nothing happened. Yet I'm the one stuck behind, worried that the police will figure it out, that someone was passing by and spotted one of us. All these things running through my head. I slowly walked through the house, my body too tired, and too half dead-like to even care about how quickly I needed to get places. I finally got to the kitchen, searching through the cupboards to find anything that may suddenly bring my appetite back, but.. Found nothing. So I settled with my usual bottle of vodka and maybe a few joints that the boys had rolled but left on the side, anything to take the images out of my mind. I slowly, but surly managed to get back up the stairs, only to shut myself in my room for another day. I haven't really spoken to anyone since, nor have I actually seen anyone. Zayn's keeping his distance, everyone else is supporting Katheryn with what she's going through, which is fair enough, I'd rather stay out the way. I was thinking of maybe staying with my mum for a while, maybe start getting back to college instead of doing silly online courses. Mum just told the college that I was having family problems, and that my placement still stands, which is great I guess.

As I sat there, staring at the window as usual, I finally decided that maybe moving back with mum, and starting college again will help me take my mind off things, instead of being shut in the same room all the time. I placed the bottle down, finishing the only joint that I had managed to get through today, and started to pack a few things that I will need, just for the weekend, until I know everything is sorted properly. I grabbed a piece of paper off the side, scribbling down exactly what I felt I needed to say to Zayn, but could never voice it.

Zayn, 

You're probably wondering what's going on lately, and really? I can't explain. I have so many things running through my mind right now that maybe... I just need to get away from this house. So I'm going back with my mum, starting college again and hopefully get myself back on track. I know you've been busy and we haven't seen much of each other the past week, and the only time we have, you've just shouted at me, but I still love you, no matter how much of an ass you can be. If you want to end things, that's understandable, but I'll be over for all my stuff as soon as things are sorted. I''m not breaking up with you, I just need a break from here, myself, everything. 

Please understand,

Yashita x.x

I folded the paper up, chucking my back on my back, my phone in my pocket, and my set of keys on the side, I staggered downstairs. I left the note on the side table by the door as I hurried outside, closing the door quietly behind me. Today was a new start, a new beginning. Well... Hopefully.

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"So, tell me again why you're back here smelling of booze and smoke with a packed bag?" Mum chuckled, finding some weird humour within this mess. I just shrugged, walking up the stairs towards my old room. She didn't say a word, she just followed me until I laid down, feeling a somewhat comfort with being home. "Have you and Zayn broken up? You know, Tricia would love to see you again sweetie" She whispered, running her fingers through my hair as she spoke. It was finally nice to have someone physically there for me, someone who will listen, and not judge me with whatever I say. I guess what I've needed this past week, is for someone to tell me that its going to be okay, that I'm going to be okay. That night,  I slept through, no nightmares, no screaming or crying for help. Although, the next morning, my body was still craving the alcohol substance to numb my body. I still hadn't heard from Zayn, or the others in fact. I felt as though I wasn't exactly important to them any more, that I didn't have a purpose towards being around them. Maybe they were better off without me getting them into trouble all the time, as I was basically, always the main target. I switched my phone back on, only receiving one message, and that was only from Harry, asking if he could come and see me at some point during this next week. I tied my hair up in a messy bun, before sipping down the stairs, smelling a strong smell of bacon and eggs, something mum always use to make when something bad happened, she called it her 'fixable breakfast'. It never worked of course, but it always made you feel a little better about things, cause you knew someone was there, fighting with you. 

"Is Tricia coming over today?" I asked as I sat at the table, watching mum dish out everything. She just hummed in response, sitting opposite me as we tucked in. "She said about lunch time, or whenever she's ready..." She mumbled, you could tell by the tone of her voice she clearly wasn't happy about something. "Mum what's wrong?" I sighed, dropping everything in my hands, I stared at her waiting for my answer. "Its just... You leave for months, no contact, the only explanation is that someone is after you. Then you suddenly come back claiming you just needed to get away... Ash tell me what happened?" That was it. This was the reaction I was wanting, expecting. It was weird how she just let me back in without really saying a word. "I guess I got caught up in his mess mum... I turned to things I never thought I would, did things I never imagined myself even doing. I needed to get away, get my life back on track... Is that too much to ask?" 

No One's P.O.V

As Ash sat down with her mother, organizing colleges, jobs, her mind... On the other side of town, Zayn walked through the door, anger filled his body, all he wanted to do was curl up with his girl. Little did he know he would only be greeted with an empty room, and a letter. As he read through, the paper was tossed across the room, along with the table. He rushed to his room, desperately hoping she was still there, waiting, and that it was all just a sick joke she pulled. His heart raced, his body fell as reality soon hit him. He saw the half empty bottle, the joints, and god knows what else. He took hold of the bottle, deciding whether to break it or drink it. But, finally went with downing the whole thing, his body and mind becoming numb. His body stumbled as he searched through her stuff. anger boiled through his veins. How could she do this? How could she just leave after everything they've been through? Harry walked through the door, hearing the crashes, the screams and cries for her to come back, he knew something wasn't right. He rushed straight to Zayn's room, seeing the trashed room, the broken mirror, the broken man lying on the floor. He spent hours calming him down, stopping him from doing anything stupid, making him think straight. Zayn read the letter once more, finally understanding what she meant. He thought about the way he acted this past week, how harsh it must of been on her that he wasn't around. He grabbed his jacket, his phone, and his pride before running out the door towards her house. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he had an idea of what it might be. 

But will he get there in time?

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HEYYYYY! I should be updating more as... I had a birthday today:D I got a laptop so I can update a lot more now:D <3