Going InZayn [SEQUAL TO TAKING THE WRONG DIRECTION]

Chapter 5

"Why do you have so many questions?" Now I really wanted to jump out the window. My hands were trembling. I looked at the door, and slowly creeped my way over. When I felt I could get away, I sprinted out the door. Gabe grabbed for me, but her hands never touched me. I nearly jumped down the stairs, slipping some as I reached the floor.

"You okay?" Louis asked as I leaned over the counter. Harry looked at me strangly. My breathing was deep and paniced and I felt a little dizzy from it.

"She's upstairs!" I yelled when I could breath. Louis looked worried while Harry rolled his eyes.

"Who's she?" Lou asked.

"Gabe!" Louis looked at Harry, who was annoyed with me. Lou put his drink down and walked upstairs. My whole body was shaking.

"Zayn, you do know that there is no girl named Gabe, right?" Harry said. I stared at him, a little light headed from the lack of air.

"Yes there is Harry. She's following me and freaking me out and-"

"She's not real."

"Yes she is!" I yelled. Harry grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me over the counter. When did he become this strong?

"She's. Not. Real. Get a grip on yourself." His hands slowly reased me and I fell back. Louis came back down.

"No girl upstairs," Louis reported. I avoided Harry's eyes as I walked out the door. Ronnie was drumming her fingers on the steering wheel when I hopped back in the truck.

"Got your phone? You where there for a while." She pulled out of the driveway and I set my head on the window.

"Yes, I have my phone," I mumbled as she drove down the street.

"Did something happen?"

"Don't want to talk about it." She got it and drove me home in silence. She pulled into my driveway and I hopped out of the car.

"Bye Zayn," Ronnie yelled as I stepped onto my porch. I gave her a small waved and walked into my unlocked house as she drove off. What is wrong with me? Why do I keep seeing Gabe and no one else does? Maybe I really am crazy. Maybe I'll end up in a ward like Harry with a straight jacket and in a rubber room so I can't hurt myself. Maybe I'll be a freak like him and his girlfriend! Anger built up inside of me and I swung my head into the nearest thing I could find. It happened to be my door. Pain shot up my arm and I looked at my fist. My knuckles were bleeding and I felt a bad throbbing in my middle finger. I smiled and punched the door again. And again. And again. The pain grew worse and worse the more I punched. I finally pulled away and noticed the dent in my door. I laughed a little and inspected my hand. My middle, index, and pinkie were most likely broken, all three of them crooked. My ring finger was throbbing, but the other three hurt horibly bad. Good, that's what I get for being a freakshow. Still, my fingers were killing me. I used only my left hand to make a bag of ice, which was hard because I'm right handed. But I somehow did it and I sat down on the sofa, turning on the t.v. I groaned at the pain in my right arm as I changed the channel with my uncordinated hand. I really hurt myself this time. I finally landed on the sports channel and settled in. I couldn't get comfortable because of my fingers. I moved the bag back and looked at my hand. My broken fingers were really crooked and swollen, while my ring finger was just swollen. I should probably go to a hospital. I pulled my phone out of the clothes next to me and speed dialed Niall. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey Zayn," he said when he picked up. I smiled at his cute Irish accent.

"Hey mate, can you help me?" I asked.

"Are you okay? You sound like you're in pain."

"I think some of my fingers are broken. They hurt horibly bad," I explained, pain soaking my words. I hissed a little as the bag slid around on top of my hand.

"You sound really hurt. I'll be right over." He ended the call and the phone slipped from my hand. My eyes were a little watery from my hand. My god, I am so stupid. What else is new? I layed my head back and I tried to take my mind off my hand. Perrie drifted into my mind. I felt myself grow angry again. I decided to keep my hands out of the door and I leaped up, storming to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of tequilla and a shot glass. My left hand was unstable pouring the drink, but I somehow filled the glass. I dumped the alcohol in my mouth, the bitter taste soaking my tongue. I swallowed and took in a deep breath. Ah, that was better. I smiled at the tequilla bottle and began pouring some more.

"Aren't you underage?" Gabe asked. I looked up and saw her leaning over my bar. I glared at her and dumped the second drink in my mouth as a response. The drink barely touched my tongue.

"I don't want to deal with you right now." Gabe smiled and made a grab for the tequilla. I moved it before she could grab it. "Get your own," I said, wrapping my lips around the top and taking a large gulp. She rolled her eyes as I put the bottle down. I began pouring more into the glass when the doorbell rang.

"Come iiiiiiiiiiiiin," I said in sing-song. Gabe rolled her eyes and left the kitchen. Niall walked in as I set the bottle back on the counter.

"Are you drinking?" he asked in shock. I set my good hand on the counter and leaned on it.

"Maybe," I said, laughing at the end. I picked up the glass and Niall slapped it out of my hand. I stared at it as it flew across the kitchen. "I was going to drink that!" I yelled. Niall rolled his eyes and carefully took my right hand. He moved the ice bag and inspected my fingers.

"Yeah, you need to go to a hospital, your fingers are definatly broken," Niall said, wrapping the ice around them. He guided me out to his jeep and helped me into the passenger side. He climbed into the other side and drove off. Wow, I'm tipsy. The whole world was all woooooah.

"Zayn?"

"Yeees."

"How many shots did you have?" I counted the fingers on my good hand.

"Three, I think," I said. I leaned back and stared out the window. Then I blacked out.