Dark Changes {Zayn Malik ăů}

Chapter 5

Sierra:

This plan ride is finally fuckin over.

"Elis, wake up. We landed." I yell in her ear. She groans,

"I can't..."

"Fine then stay on the plane, but we're leaving."

"Gosh dang flabbit, where's Zayn?" She sighed, getting up.

"Went to baggage claim with Nick."

"Alright, I'm up." She starts walking off the plane.

Took you long enough.

You know what else took us long enough? Finding the damn baggage claim area. Could they make this airport any more confusing? We finally managed to get to baggage claim that day.

"Hey boys, can y'all hit me up with some good kush to get me going?" Resembling a feminine Lil Wayne, she started cackling histerically when we reached them. Well, now we know she's not a morning person.

"Are you feeling ok?" I asked sarcastically, worried that she hit her head too hard during the turbulence filled plane ride. She kept laughing,

"I don't know maybe Zayn drugged me in my sleep," She started getting emotional, "cause you know he's in that kind of damn business!"

"Well I think we better get you some fresh air," I look over at Nick and Zayn, "could you grab our bags?"

"Oh wait! They may end up grabbing air due to their doubled visions from getting high!" Elis ranted like a mad man. I giggle before dragging her outside with me.

"I hate my life." She spoke up.

"I could end it for you?" I offer.

"Please do," Zayn mumbled, walking past us and out of the airport.

Whoa there..

"Here," Nick throws our bags at us.

Double whoa...

Assholes.

Elis:

"So when do we change our identities? Hmmm? Or do we have to steal someone elses!" I sneer in Zayn's face.

One second I'm standing on my feet, glaring at Zayn because of my pissy mood. Next I'm laying on the concrete with a throbbing, stinging sensation on my cheek. Sierra looks down at me with worry and Nick stares at Zayn with shock as I press my hand against the side of my raw face. Wondering if that actually just happened, I look up at Zayn with moist eyes.

"SHUT YOUR TRAMP, HOE!" He screams at me. I tremble away from his fury. If eyes could kill, I'd be dead by now. The situation sure has taken a turn for the worse.

Freaking out, I ran to the nearest payphone. I just wanted to call home. Tell Liam and Louis where I am and that I was forced upon my own will. Who knows, I probably won't ever see them again. What did I do to deserve this load of bull!

Damnit pick up the phone!

"Your call has been forwarded to an automa- "

Shut your face woman.

I turn to walk out of the payphone booth, immediately regreting it. Fear crashes down on me like a ton of bricks.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!"