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Four: Never

Four: Never

Hazel Dane

I awoke the next morning in the same room, covered in the beige sheets Zayn had left me with the night before. It pained me to think I was still residing in the same house as a criminal. Excuse me, a pair of criminals. It was just in that moment that I'd realized Zayn wasn't alone in the major heist he'd pulled off yesterday. He had an asshole criminal friend. Perfect.

I thought I'd remembered seeing another bandana faced assailant standing beside him. I remembered hearing the bursts of profanity coming out of his mouth, all of which was directed at Zayn and his inability to escape the bank in a hurry.

I then directed my thoughts to myself once more, remembering the weight of the situation I was now stuck in. I was just a normal twenty year old girl. I went to college, I hung out with friends, I spent time with my family. But, now, all of that normalcy had been stripped from me. Rather, I was stripped from it. I was torn from my life, and thrown here, in a shitty farm house in the middle of nowhere with two crazed fugitives. Again, perfect.

To top off all of my problems, I still couldn't manage to find out where exactly we were located. I suppose that was classified information, since Zayn and his dip shit friend were hiding from the police. They probably thought the stupid girl might rat them out. Heaven forbid.

"Hazel, I brought you some breakfast. I thought you might be hungry," Zayn's noisy entry into the room shook me from my thoughts. He wore a red and black plaid button up with a tight white tee underneath, though he neglected to use the buttons. Black skinny jeans hung around his waist, supported by a leather belt. He held a plate of eggs in his hands as he made his way to me.

"You thought right," I snapped, removing the plate from his grip.

"I know you're still upset at me. I mean, it's gonna take a while for you to-"

"For me to what, Zayn? For me to forgive you? I can tell you right now, I sure as hell won't be doing that. Not now, not later, not ever." I cut him off, sounding a bit more angry than I'd even expected myself.

"Hazel, I don't expect you to forgive me. I just - I didn't mean to hurt you. I told you that. I'm so sorry, Hazel." The hurt expression on his face almost made me want to drop my anger, but I quickly stopped myself.

"Sorry doesn't change what happened, Zayn. You still shot me, you still hurt me. It doesn't matter if you didn't mean to, you still did. Don't you get that?"

Zayn opened his mouth, though no words came out. He stayed silent for a moment, clenching his jaw while sending a huff of defeat through his nostrils. He headed for the door with a walk so slow, his body sagged at every step he took. He seemed upset by what I'd just said to him. As he grabbed the door handle, he turned back to me for a brief second. His deep brown eyes stared into me, and I could nearly feel his sadness. Before I knew it, he had stepped out of the room, leaving me alone once again.

Zayn cared, maybe a bit more than he should, and he made it quite obvious. To be completely honest, his care for me only secured my thoughts of his insanity. But, there was some part of me that wanted to accept his kind advances, some part of me that wanted to forgive him. I guess I'm in an even bigger situation than I'd thought.

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A/N:

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~ K