Finally Free

Chapter 3

♡ Perrie ♡

Zayn suddenly speaks, "I want to show you something."

Huh?

He wants to show me something? I don't think we're quite on that stage yet, mate.

We have yet to have a productive conversation, so far it has only been him engaging in one sided conversations, with me just giving him short answers.

He lifts his finger in the air to motion to me to wait for a moment before he runs of into the hallway and runs back in holding two jackets in his arms.

"Here." He offers me one and I take it with confusion written all over me. I eye the jackets again as various theories start roaming my mind.

He knows we can't go outside, right?

I know this man well enough that I know he might be planning on doing something illegal.

I put the jacket on as soon as I see him doing the same. God, I wish I could smell, I bet it's smells like him. I imagine he smells like eating good food feels like.

Snap out of it.

Why the jackets though? We're obviously going outside but the whole reason I'm stuck here is because I can't go outside - paps are tireless.

"This way." Zayn motions with his chin for me to follow him to the hallway.

We pass the door to Gigi's room and walk into another room, by looks of it it's a guest room, there's two suitcases on the floor and clothes scattered everywhere.

Okay, we're definitely not going outside. Are we? We passed right next to the front door but honestly with this man you never know.

I take a look around the room and immediately recognise the energy in it that just screams Zayn. Hair products thrown on the bed next to a guitar, a few books on the nightstand currently used as a perfume holder.

"My place is renovating so I'm staying here for a few days, sorry about the mess." Zayn shrugs casually, not a bit sorry about the mess. Didn't expect him to be, I'd be scared if the room was clean, only psychopaths can keep their room clean all the time.

My eyebrows furrow as he opens the window. I give him a weird look and watch him as he climbs out of the window and onto the fire escape installations.

He calls for me to hurry up and despite the uneasiness in my stomach, I decide to not ruin what he wants to show me by throwing a fit about how I don't want to stand on those.

Guess I have a death wish today.

I know I'm being dramatic but I don't like these fire escapes, just the thought of having those right outside the window makes my throat tighten in anxiety. What if some psycho just knocks on the window whilst you're asleep and then you wake up and the first thing you see is a clown sharpening his knife and smiling at you on the other side of the window right before they-

Ugh. I hate thinking about these things.

I guess you could say the movies I watched whilst I was a child got me thinking about these things a lot.