Fire Starter

Chapter Nineteen

Today is the most emotional & devastating day of my whole entire existence. I thought I'd never live to see the day... This may be the last chapter that I ever update to Fire Starter. I'm struggling massively with Zayn's decision to leave One Direction.

-

A mouth touches my forehead ever so lightly like a feather that I flutter my eyes lids open one at a time in confusion. I was staring at Zayn's Adam's apple, and the veins traveling within his neck, and the pricks of a growing beard. My surroundings were bright, and I can't remember when I'd last seen a sunny day. But because I don't immediately adjust to the light, my eyes clamp shut again as though I had never even opened them in the first place.

"Forty five more minutes," I groggily pull away from the body that mine was cradled against. It might have been late into the noon, being the reason why he was waking me up. He never wakes me up in the morning.

I bury my head under the covers to simultaneously hide myself from the invasion of the sun, Zayn, and the smell of burning food.

"All right," Zayn says, sounding between amused and displeased. "But twenty minutes, not forty-five."

"Mhm."

He then announces that he's going to shower and by the time he's done, I had better be up.

I agree, through a sleepy state, but I hadn't really processed what it was that he had just said a moment before. Sleep overcomes me again as I ball myself up beneath the duvet like a baby.

Then abruptly, I'm given no choice but to jump out of bed literally. Just as water ram through the pipes in the ceiling indicating the start of Zayn's shower, my ears are then invaded by a beeping noise.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

The noise occurs in a sequence of three, repeatedly. I had known this sound so well considering I used to always set things on fire. It was the smoke detector.

"Oh crap," I moan, trying to get socks on my feet before running to the problem. If Zayn was in the shower, then I was the only hope to put the fire out.

How could Zayn be so dumb to leave the stove unattended? This house was filled with memories that I had yet to fully recover.

I rushed into the kitchen as the smell of burning food had become so much more prominent, and the beeping continued.

The kitchen was clouded with smoke, you couldn't see anything if it weren't within two feet of you, and it didn't help that I didn't have on my glasses.

The first thing I do before trying to put out the fire, is open what windows that I could. But I wasn't able to quite open the window located over the sink, because the fire was inside of the sink.

How?

I don't know.

"Holy Sheezus," I yell, accidentally combining both shit and Jesus. It has literally stunned me when the fire roared, becoming like a wild fire as it drifted to the dish towel on top of the counter. Then I gasp, but only smoke and debris fill my lungs, and then I'm unable to catch my breathe. Coughing and wheezing doesn't help either. And on the spot, I'm having an asthma attack.

How ironic is it, that an asthmatic is the same person who creates fires?

Well, this is great, I think. Zayn just killed us.

Then I closed my eyes and drift while the smoke becomes dominant in my body as the fire does the house. I was dead the moment that I decided that recollecting my past was more important than living in the now. The fire took over.