The Ride Of My Life - Book 3

Chapter 16

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"There, that feel alright?" Scarlett gets out as she places her hand on bandage wrapped around my stomach.

"Yeah, thank you. For everything." I get out, my voice hitched as I smile lightly.

"Now get your ass to sleep Blondie." She snorts, ruffling my hair up.

"Night Scar." I chuckle lightly with a small sigh, glad that she was staying the big lonely house with me - to assist to keep me safe.

Nobody has let me see him. It was worrying me. They never told me the reason he was back in Bradford... Or even why he left. I was worried more than anything.

I finally laid myself down into bed, sighing loudly as I observed the ceiling. It had been a few days since I had that small phone conversation with Zayn. It felt like so much longer.

I haven't stopped thinking about him. I haven't stopped thinking about how broke he actually sounded. I was almost in pain thinking about it.

I sigh to myself, turning myself away from the window, holding a pillow in front of my stomach, wrapping my leg around the empty space of Zayn's bed. It smelt so much like him and it was so incredibly heartbreaking knowing he was out there - so vulnerable.

I want to be angry at him. I want to yell at him for only getting me back within the week - having me like this a week later yet I couldn't. I have too much love for the man and that stands dominant.

I heard a knock on the window making me gasp. I slowly sat myself up, hardly seeing a thing. I bit my lip and immediately got myself out of bed, wincing ever so slightly at the sudden movement. I went into the closer and opened the safe, seeing four guns beautifully set out. I gulped, pulling one out, holding the heavy object with two hands.

I heard the window rattling and sliding up and I held my breath, counting to three before I crept out, holding the gun up.

The man dressed in a leather jacket turned himself around to me and my breath hitched. He just stared at me - looking as if he hadn't slept in days. He looked so drained. So... Tormented and I shakily placed the gun on the night-stand as I stared back at him.

"Where have you been?" I whisper out as I walk my way toward him, forgetting to even consider why he crept through the window.

"Blondie," he whispers out as he places each of his hands on either side of my face. He watched me.... So deeply... So carefully that I felt my heart in my throat. His breath hitches as he pulls me - wrapping me in a light hug. He was positing his torso away from my stomach but I withstood the pain, pressing myself close to him.

I sniffle, missing his touch so much in these past weeks as I holds him tightly. "I've missed you." I whisper out, looking up at him. He places his thumb underneath my eye to hook away a tear which was building. I didn't even know what made me the tears jerk yet I couldn't help myself.

I sniff once more as he leans in a kisses me ever so gently. I shiver slightly from the gush if wind coming from the open window and he notices.

"Sorry," he murmurs, quickly closing the window - the curtains as well while he's at it. He leads me over to the bed and I obey whatever his gestures were, leading me to lay myself beneath the blankets. Thankfully, he just took his shoes off and laid down next to me. I scooted closer to his body, my head in his chest as he wrapped his arms around me - hugging me pretty much.

"I'm so sorry that had to happen-"

"No... No don't apologise. It wasn't your fault and I'm fine now." I murmur out as he huffs and pulls away. He pulls the duvet up and observes my stomach, all wrapped in a bandage.