On the Run (Zayn Malik fan fiction) [UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 11

~Chapter 11~

Heathers POV

I put my key into the lock of my door. It was around 3:00 I thought they would be at work but I saw their car in the driveway. I pushed open the door.

"Hello? Mom! Dad! I'm home!" I said with a smile on my face. God I missed them so much! They had called me on the plane to tell me that they loved me, they sounded weird but I thought it was nothing so I didn't bother to mention it. I walked into the kitchen and no one was there. I looked down at the floor and saw a blood trail. I gasp and covered my mouth. I was really scared now. I followed the blood trail and it lead to the living room. There on the floor I lay my mothers lifeless body all covered up with her own blood.

"MOMMY!!!!" I ran to her lifeless cold body then quickly looked around the room, I couldn't see my dad anywhere. I saw another blood trail that lead upstairs I followed it upstairs. I had tears in my eyes and cheeks. It stopped in front of my parents room. It was closed. I opened the door slowly, and found my father all bloody and tied up to a chair

"DADDY!!!!!" I ran to him and hugged him and cried onto his lifeless cold shoulder. My parents were dead.

"NOOOO!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I kept on sobbing.

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"AHHHHH!!" I woke up in my room on the tour bus.

"What's wrong?! Are you okay?!" Zayn asked me as he jumped down from the top bunk.

"Yea I'm fine, just a bad dream. I need some air." I replied while sniffling. I felt like I was going to faint.

"I'll come with you"

"Ok"

We went upstairs and just sat there. It was quiet but not awkward quiet, it was just peaceful it was actually kind of nice. The dream kept on replaying and replaying in my head. I felt some tears fall out of my eyes and I just let them. The wind was blowing in my hair it felt nice and refreshing in a way. I felt like someone was burning holes into the side of my head so I turned to the side and saw Zayn looking at me. We were looking into each others eyes for a while, it felt really nice. I felt the electricity going through my body but not as much as when he touches me. I was going to lift up my hand to move my hair from my face but it bumped into something. I looked down and saw that it was Zayn's arm. When I looked back up I noticed just how close we actually were. I felt our body's getting closer and closer. Our lips were only inches apart. He looked into my eyes and got a bit closer still looking at my eyes I couldn't take it any longer. I put my lips onto his and kissed him. He reacted immediately after. He licked my bottom lip to ask for entrance and I opened my mouth, his tongue collided with mine. I felt fireworks everywhere! I was all tingly and it felt AMAZING! We pulled apart and he had a smile on his face, I was pretty sure I had one too, but I felt it leave once I thought of a memory of that night. I felt my eyes start to water again.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that, it's just that I really really like you and-"

"No, It wasn't your fault, I wanted to kiss you. I really really like you too. It's just that, I remembered why we were up here in the first place." I said

"What was your dream about?"

"It was about the night my parents were murdered and when I came home and found them... Dead."

"I'm so sorry" he said as he hugged me.

"It's okay. Thank you Zayn. For everything." I said as I placed a kiss on his cheek. He blushed and gave me a small smile. We started walking back to our room until Zayn spoke up again.