Heal [a Zarry story]

Chapter 7

[Edited]

-Harry-

When I got to Zayn's flat, I only knocked once before he jerked the door open and threw his arms around my neck, hugging me tightly.

My arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him against me securely.

"Zayn what's wrong?" I asked, looking around the inside of his flat. It looked normal, and every light was on.

"I had an....extremely realistic night terror." He said, slowly releasing me and looking in my eyes.

I let him go, returning his stare.

He did look scared, but I was still stuck on what he said.

"A night terror? " I asked.

He nodded, biting his lip.

"Zayn...correct me if I'm wrong but,  you called me....at almost three in the morning and woke me up....bringing me all the way over here because you had a bad dream? " I asked.

He stared at me, now looking angry.

"No! Not a bad dream Harry, a night terror. There's a massive difference. I have nightmares every night okay? I don't call you every night do I?" He snapped.

"No, but explain to me the massive difference!" I snapped back, honestly wishing I was back home in bed right now.

"They're just...they're alot worse, and they take more out of me and they're more...real." He said quietly.

"Okay...what's the big deal?" I shrugged.

"I saw Liam." He said, constantly chewing on his lip.

"Oh....what happened?" I asked.

"I saw him get shot. I felt his...blood sp-splatter on my skin Harry I can't be here anymore, okay? I don't want to be alone here." He said, shaking his head while he looked behind him.

"I can't stop seeing it...I still f-feel it on my skin." He stuttered, wiping at his arms with shaky hands.

I frowned slightly, trying to understand. "Um, alright well you could like, come back to my flat if you want." I offered.

"I can?" He asked looking in my eyes.

"Yeah, you said you wanted to be away from here right?" I asked.

He nodded, stepping out and closing the door.

"Don't you want to pack anything? Or get a coat?" I asked.

"I want to leave." He said.

"Okay, um, let me turn your lights off okay? Since you wont be here." I said opening his door.

He folded his arms and looked at the floor, waiting for me.

I walked through his flat with long strides, turning all the lights off and grabbing his leather jacket before I met him back in the hall.

"Here." I smiled, handing him his jacket.

He quickly put it on, and I pulled the door closed, following him to the lift.

"Hey, why didn't you call Niall? Doesn't he live in this building?" I asked.

"I didn't want to wake him up." He answered.

"You woke me up..." I trailed off

"I know." He said with a small smile, looking at me.

"Thanks for that." I said softly, looking at the floor.