Chapter Fifteen : Isolated
I was scared...
Not because of what was happening.
I was scared because I didnt know why I was here. They could of picked better people , People who are better, smarter , more prettier and could please them.
But they chose me ?
Was I a meal to them ? Am I a sacrifice ? I had absolutely no idea why I was there.
And the fact they wouldn't tell me anything just made me feel so...distant and lost.
I stirred in my sleep as O fluttered my eyes open. I thought this would all be some dream and I will wake up in my bed ready to go to school.
But it wasn't...it never was.
Instead, My eyes meet Zayn's brown ones. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at me contently.
I jumped back horrified.
"I-I--.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...." He stammered.
"Were you watching me sleep ?"
"No," He snapped, He was now facing the window. He sighed lowly before admitting the truth.
"You looked so...peaceful" He said getting lost in his thoughts. He coughed slightly clearly embarrassed.
"Why ?" I questioned. His knuckles turned white from all the pressure his was putting onto it.
"Drop it" He said as I kept quiet. He stood up and ran his fingers through his quiffed hair.
"Im just gonna go downstairs...I'll be back" He said not even looking at me.I just nodded as he left the room.
Why was he staring at me sleep? It sounds so creepy that he would do something like that.
It freaked me out.
I got off the bed and stared at window. I looked the new scenery. There was still trees and mountains but the morning sky was beautiful.
I went towards the bathroom and took a shower. I had to be careful seeing as my back was all bandaged up. I securely wrapped a towel around my chest and I brushed my teeth.
I walked out of the bathroom and he wasn't anywhere in his room.
I couldn't wear my clothes from yesterday. I should of ask Mimi if I could borrow some of her clothes.
My gaze went towards the pile of paper on his desk. My curiosity got the better of me as I walked towards the desk.
My fingertips traced over the paper as I stared at them.
They were drawings.
Zayn had drawn a lot of things and sketched quite a few. There was some he didn't even finished.
Some were black and white others was drawn by paint. There little scribbles on the drawing. They were probably quotes.
My hands travelled along and stopped at one drawing that had caught my eye.
It was a crumbled up felt tip drawing. I could clearly make out what it was.
It was a picture of a single white rose. Some of the petals were falling. And as they fell droplets of blood took it's place.
I didn't really understand what it meant but it certainly will never leave my mind.
"What are you doing !"
YOU ARE READING
His Desire - Zayn Malik FanfictionFanfiction
"W-What do......do you want from me" I whispered not being able to make myself audible. He chuckled again. "Oh Skylar don't you understand ?" He spoke before laughing at my stupidity . "I Want You" COMPLETED