Zayn's pov.
As soon as I got her message saying;
'@zaynmysavior: I'll let you figure it out on your own. Also, bye, love you...'
I knew immediately that something was wrong.
I knew Ezra, my love.
Right now I was at the airport barley getting off the plane to do a concert, but Ezra's life was probably endangered right now, and that was more improtant than anything, her life.
So the only choice I had was to fly over there where she was and save her.
