He's Your Cousin?! {A 5SOS and 1D fanfiction}

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

 

*Third person POV*

"I'm going to make you regret you did that." Zayn spoke. Zayn was mad. He hated when people messed with his hair. A lot of people did.

Chris titled her head to the side and gave Zayn an innocent pout.

"Is little Zayn mad?" She mocked. Chris wasn't sacred of Zayn.

A growl came from the back of Zayn's throat, causing Chris to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Zayn dipped his paint brush in the paint and stepped closer to Chris. On impulse, she stepped back. Everyone watched as the two interacted. The boys watched in amusement, all expect Niall. Kate and Niall walked closer together, knowing they were thinking the same thing. Zayn and Chris were not paying attention to everyone else, it was like they were in a world of their own.

Every time Zayn stepped forward, Chris stepped back. Zayn knew that she would finally walk into the wall, but it was covered in green paint. Instead, he tackled her to the ground. Chris fell under Zayn, as he straddled her. He could help but feel something in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He pushed the feeling away and gave Chris a smirk. He started dragging the paint brush on her face, leaving green behind. Chris struggled to get out from under him, but failed. A thought struck Chris and she found more strength. She pushed Zayn off of herself and stood up. Her face was fully of fury and rage. Only Kate and Niall knew why she wore that look. 

"Don't ever touch me again." She shouted, "Ever." She spat, venom dripping from her voice. 

Zayn sat there in shock and confusion, as did the rest. Chris stormed out of the room. Kate and Niall looked at each other, having a conversation with their eyes. Kate looked away and ran off, the way Chris did. Her and Niall knew why they flipped out, and it was a horrid reason. Kate was worried that Chris would run off somewhere. Chris didn't know where anyone was. That's what worried Kate and Niall the most. 

*Chris' POV*

I know it would be strange to run out like that, but the smirk Zayn wore and the position it just... it brought back such painful memories. I cringed thinking about it. I ran out of the house, trying to push the thoughts to the back of my mind. I was aware that I left the door opened but I didn't care. I just kept running, not knowing where I was going. I heard shouting. Someone was calling my name, but I just ignored them. I wanted to be alone, yet I knew I would end up doing something stupid.

After a while, I stopped running and looked around. When my eyes adjusted, I could faint out linings of my surroundings. I had stopped at an empty train track. I reached out to pull out my phone, when I realized I was still in Kate's shorts and Zayn's shirt. At that exact moment, I felt a shiver go down my spine. Not a cold shiver, but a someone-is-looking-at-you shiver. I turned around and tried to control my breathing. A figure, of what looked like a boy, stood a few feet away from me. Of course I did the stupid thing -just like I predicted- and spoke.

"Hello? I, um, don't really know where I am." I rapped my arms around my self, trying to savor any warmth I still had. 

The figure laughed and stepped forward. I was going to step back, when I realized that if I did I would fall onto the tracks. Great. Just freaking great.

"It's not smart to be out here, at this time of night." The figure spoke, as it kept walking towards me. "There are dangerous people out her." 

When he was close enough, he pulled out his phone and turned on the flash light. Light allowed me to see his face and I was sure he could now see mine. He had stormy blue eyes and brown hair. His jawline was sharp -like it could cut you. His chin looked like it had been newly shaved. He wore a white shirt that showed off his abs and I could see his biceps. He held a black leather jacket in his hand and his phone in the other. He walked beside me and draped his jacket over my arms. It smelt of strong cologne. It gave off warmth, as I rapped it tightly around myself. I looked up into his eyes, ask he towered over me.

"Thanks. I'm Chris."

"No problem." He smiled. "I'm Dan."

I was about to open my mouth, when I heard shouting. I looked to my side to see a running figure.

"Chris!" The figure called. I knew that voice anywhere. Kate.

"Oh, thank god!" She exclaimed when she reached me. She was breathing heavily, as she pulled me into a hug. "You idiot! Don't run out like that."

When she pulled away she noticed Dan.

"Hey, I'm Kate."

"Dan. You girls okay here?" 

"Yes, thank you. We need to get you back home; you are going to get sick."

I nodded. I was going to take off Dan's jacket, when He stopped me. "Where it until you get home. My number is in the pocket. Call me, when you are ready to give it back. See you around." Without another word he turned and walked away, getting swallowed by the darkness.