Believing in love...Again (A Zayn Malik story)

Chapter 25: For everything it was worth

RASHEL:

 ‘Stop enjoying this so much.’ Zayn whispered for the thousandth time as he once again hid his face in his hands. I laughed out loud again. To be honest, I had never liked getting caught during vandalizing. But seeing Zayn so freaked out made it one of those memories that I would cherish until the day I died. I looked around myself again, noticing the dull grey walls of the cell we were put in. It wasn’t so bad. Moreover, it was just a matter of few minutes until one of the boys heard about it and bailed us out. I am not trying to say that vandalizing was good, but fuck it, I wanted a distraction. All this week I had been going crazy with worrying about Zach. If he didn’t come here by day after tomorrow which was the day he promised to be here, I was going to kill him. Some irrational part of my brain thought about landing in the same cell again for murder and I quickly shut it up before it could come up with any more shit. I turned to look at Zayn who was sitting next to me on the floor, with his back against the wall and his hands loosely wrapped around his knees. I poked him to get his attention but he swatted my hands.

 ‘Oh, come on! Get over it! So you’re in jail? What’s the big deal?’ I said as I threw my hands in the air.

 ‘What’s the big deal, you ask?’ he said and turned to look at me. ‘The big deal is that this is going to be in papers and news by tomorrow. Hell, it probably is right now. I bet you that when we finally get out, we will have a crowd of fans waiting to greet us.’ He said and rubbed his temples.

 ‘Do you care so much about what they think?’ I asked, hoping that the answer was no.

 ‘It’s not that. Rash, I am already accused of being a pot head and being involved with drugs. I don’t need an arrest too. People look up to me. What message does this sends?’ He said and closed his eyes. It was clear that he was having a massive headache. I got up and he noticed it because he turned to look at me.

 ‘Where are you going?’ he asked.

 ‘Turn around.’ I told him. He didn’t question me as he turned his back to me. I got on my knees as I treaded my fingers in his hair. I started running my fingers through them soothingly, occasionally applying pressure to make him feel relieved. He wasn’t facing me but I could tell that he was smiling.

 ‘Thank you so much. I honestly thought my head was going to burst.’ He said and patted my hand on his head.

 ‘That’s cause you’re giving this too much thought.’ I said. I was trying to feel guilty that I got Zayn involved in this but I couldn’t find it in myself. This was just too good. I am not talking about the getting arrested part. It was the fact that Zayn actually cared enough to come with me knowing that he would get arrested that mattered to me. I loved the feeling it gave me and I couldn’t feel guilty for feeling it.

 ‘Are you not the least bit sorry for landing my arse in jail?’ he asked though his voice lacked any kind of annoyance.

 ‘Not in the slightest, Zayn.’ I said and grinned at him. I continued weaving my fingers through his hair as we sat in silence. After a few minutes, an officer came in.

 ‘You two can go.’ He said and unlocked the cell. Within seconds, the two of us were on our feet and rushing out the cell. We quickly collected our wallets from the officer and my backpack that contained my cans. Shrugging my arms through the backpack straps, I walked out with Zayn at my side only to see Louis waiting for us at the exit. He shook his head when he saw us and I gave him a sheepish grin.