Heartless (Zayn Malik Fan Fic)

Chapter Eight

I wake up, and open my crusty eyes, and panic slightly, when I forget where I am. Yes, here I am, in the plane to America, running away from Jake's gang. I roll over, and look out the plastic window, just next to the glass chandelier. It's night, still, but now, we're probably in America, so the time would be different. I never suffer jet lag, it's just something I don't get, but this is weird. Waking up in the night, even though it's morning for me. I switch on the musky cream light night, and smile as it throws a cosy glow over the room. The sky is midnight blue, stars scattered above me, light little light bulbs in the night sky.  I turn over again, and cry out, then stop myself, when I see Zayn's peaceful face. Shit, of course, we had to sleep in the same bed, unintentionally, but it still felt normal, as if we had been doing it for years. Zayn eyes snap open, and his pupils diolate from the soft light. He turns round quickly, to face me.

'Why did you scream?' he asks urgently, when I realise I am shaking. I whimper, and fall back onto the pillow.

' I-I forgot we had to share the same bed' I stutter. Zayn smiles warmly, then rubs his face.

' This luxury will end, you know' he says dryly. ' This is the only warm bed you will get for a while. Make the most of it'

' By that, you mean-?' I start, freaked out.

' I don't mean that. Just savour the warmth, OK?' Zayn says patiently. He sits up, his muscles bulging, he sighs out. ' Boy, this brings back good memories...'

' We will be approaching L.A airport within sixty minutes, Mr Malik' says a cool voice through the tannoy. I cokc my head at him.

' They know your name-hey, have you flown on these planes before?' I ask, sitting up as well. Zayn nods, shutting his eyes.

' You look exhausted' I mutter, stretching widely. Zayn smirks.

' Who wouldn't be?' he asks, opening his eyes, revealing those warm, chocolate eyes. He glances at his bandaged wound, moves his hand off, and rips the bandage clean off. I scream out. How could he bare to go through that pain just to get that off? And why did he do that? Surely he needs it on longer. The wound is open, and gorey, making me feel nausiated.

' Zayn!' I cry, covering my mouth. ' You idiot! Why would you do that!? Are you used to this kind of pain?'

Zayn nods. I whack him with my pillow. Why does he have to be so gallant? I think of Niall. My perfect Niall, and a tear comes to my eye. I had only just got him, and he had been taken away from me! I grabbed my phone.

' What time will it be in Bradford, Zayn?' I ask him, He shrugs.

' Around twelve maybe' he says. I diall Niall's number. He picks up immediately.

' Why aren't you at school?' he asks. It makes me happy to hear his voice, but I will have to lie to him, something I have never done.

' I.. I wont be there for a while,' I whisper, tears rolling down my cheek. Zayn puts a warm hand on my shoulder. ' Tell my family I'm safe, I will be, always, for them, I'll be away for a while, but I will come back. Tell them not to phone me, but tell them I love them, and I'll miss them from the time I am away.'

' Jenny!' Niall cries, ' where are you? Why would you run away? What about us? I only just got you... I only just found out I loved you, and you're pushing this away from you!'

' I know, I'm sorry, but I have to go, Niall' I take a deep breath. ' I love you.. I'll see you soon, goodbye'

' Jennifer! No, stop-' I cut him off, and begin to weep into Zayn's chest. He holds me close, and it feels good. 

' Why must we do this?' I whisper into his chest.

' It's too early for you to understand all the details, but for now, lets just get dressed, OK?' Zayn murmures. I nod, pick out some clothes, get changed in the bathroom, then go for breakfast in the dining room. I sit with Zayn, and order some waffles and a milkshake. He takes my hand under the table, and I hold back. A shiver runs up my spine.

The food comes, and me and Zayn eat in a comfortable silence, until he coughs on his bacon. I thump him hard on the back, then stop as his coughing subsides.

' Don't stop' he whispers. I give him a look, then lean on his arm, and give him some of my waffle. He grins whilst he eats, and he looks so sweet, I can't help but give him a kiss on the temple. Now that ticks my box. I lean away, blushing like s school girl. Niall, Niall, think of my love Niall. I love Niall. I think.

' More' Zayn mumbles childishly. I grin at him, and give him a kiss on his boney cheek. He blushes, making him seem adorable.

' You are so cute' I mutter, taking away my plate, and placing in the kitchen. The staff take it from me.

' You're more cute' Zayn simpers, winking at me. I slap him playfully.

' We have arrived in L.A' says the familiar voice over the tannoy. I squeal a little. I am so excited, but unsure about the future, who knows what America will bring? Even Zayn looks animated. We step off the plane, nothing in our hands but our old clothes in complimentary duffel bags. I breathe in the American air. It's sweet, and the air is cool, and the sky scapers are just ridiculously high, the lights blare in my eyes. I gasp. The scene is just wonderful. Zayn shakes the hands of all the staff, and they wish him a safe trip. Zayn look guilty as he turns away, takes my hand, and leads us through the airport, through the security, through all the cafes quickly, whilst I try to slow him down, tryin to get a glimpse of everything there was. It all looked so brilliant, so new, so American. He takes me out into the night, and walks us through the busy streets, even at this time of morning.

' This is insane!' I cry, over the noise. Zayn nods, and makes a swift turn, where the streets turn more mucky, litter is everywhere, tall blocks of flat tower above us, music from clubs pounding in our ears. I hold onto Zayn hand tighter. ' Where are you taking me?'

He looks at me, then takes a deep breath, still walking. ' A motel, just to book a room, then we have to go out, and do some unfinished business'

I shrivel up inside with fright. Unfinished business sounded grim and unpromising.

' Zayn-' I begin. I'm cut off, when Zayn pummels me to the wall, and clashes our lips. I want to scream out at first, for him to get his filthy hands off me, but his touch soon becomes irresistable. He slides his hands all over me, making me shudder again and again, and I moan into his mouth as his tongue leaks in. I am electrified to him. I hold onto him tighter than ever, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, while we lumbered around, over come by passion and love. I roll my tongue in his mouth, feeling more alive than ever. We made as much movement as possible, trying to warm eahc other up, and it was working. His touch was enough to heat a whole planet. It was very heated, sexy, alive, and all round dealy romantic. He had his hands caught up in my hair, and I just had my hands everywhere I could reach. Until, just a while after, we both get out of breath, the heated kiss exhausting us. We pant in each others faces, his hot breath paradise on my skin. His hand caresses my cheek. He follows his hand with his eyes, looking the romance god full stop. He then leaned in slowly, and pressed his lips to my neck, and left patterns of damp kisses along my jaw line, down my collar bone and beneath my ear. I threw back my head, gasping, and moaned out into the night. I pressed my body to his, and we both cried out softly as I entangled our legs. He nuzzled his head into my chest, and began kissing like crazy. I pushed him back, knowing I would be unable to stop if I didn't make this move. Zayn still held me close, running his hands through my hair, with his fingerless gloves.

' Stop..' I breath. He smirks at me. ' Zayn-'

' I love you' he whispers. I let my mouth hang open for a second, until those words made sense.

' I love you too' I whisper. He grins, and slithers his arm round my waist. ' But what about Niall?'

Zayn rolls his eyes. ' That twat doesn't know a thing'

' Shut up! God, I hate you, but I love you so, so much' I groan, as we start walking again. I feel as if I am gliding, I feel lighter than ever.  

' I suppose that makes us best frienemies' Zayn chuckles. I nod, and we check into a hotel, a rather grubby one, but I didn't really mind. We got comfy, then headed out to do some unfinished business. I am as confused as ever as we cross the streets, to where Zayn needs to go, but I had no idea what the arguements and terror that awaited me.