She's Not Afraid - A Zayn Malik FanFiction

Chapter 32

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Girl, it should be me
Driving to your house
Knocking on your door
Kissing you on the mouth

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Chapter 32

(Leilani's POV)

I finished packing up all my things, and then checked the time. 2:23. I sighed and slowly crept out of my room. Everyone was asleep. Walking downstairs, I heard someone speaking. I just remember my heart practically beating out of my chest. It was an uncomfortable feeling. I would get used to it. I saw that the television was on. Sitting in front of it was a sleeping Uncle Jim. I gave him a sweet kiss on the forehead, and left. I felt bad, but I quickly let that feeling roll off my shoulders as I drove to the airport.

Getting there and everything was scary. I was going back to England, the one place I was trying my best to escape. Well, everything had changed. The love of my life was being held hostage by some stranger who wanted money. I checked my bag. All of our guns. All of them. Zayn taught me how to pack them so that if we ever had to travel, no one would know. It's hard to do that, honestly.

**FLASHBACK**

"Lilo, come here," Zayn called to me. I turned the television off and walked over to him.

"What is it?" I asked him, smiling to myself.

"I need to teach you a few things, just in case," he whispered.

"What kind of things?" I questioned. He put a finger to his lips.

"For example, let's say we have to travel again," Zayn hypothetically spoke. I nodded. I hoped deep down that we would never have to leave Canada.

"You need to learn how to pack weapons to that they don't know you have them."

**FLASHBACK OVER**

Packing that night, I remembered everything he had ever taught me. Passing through security and everything was really easy. It still horrors me that people can actually take weapons on airplanes without anyone knowing. I shuddered at the thought. Taking my seat on the airplane, I couldn't help but think about every little thing Zayn and I have ever done together. Including that always-lovely time we met.

**FLASHBACK**

I noticed a boy walking down the sidewalk. He was too attractive for words. He had dark hair, and dark mysterious eyes. He turned to me, and smiled. But it wasn't a friendly smile at all. Suddenly, he stopped walking.

"Are you going to the college?" he asked me. I nodded slowly, trying to avoid eye contact. "What year are you?"

"12," I replied quietly. He nodded.

"Me, too," he smirked at me, "Want me to walk with you?"

I didn't reply, but we walked together anyways.

"What's your name?"

"Leilani."

"Beautiful name. My name's Zayn."

**FLASHBACK OVER**

His voice was repeating itself over and over in my head. I snapped out of my daydream only because the plane began moving. It was too late to turn back.

**FLASHBACK**

"Leilani!" I heard a deep voice call. Well, speak of the devil.

"Where were you all day?" I replied, holding a hand above my eyes. The sun was shining right in my face.

"Had to take care of some things," Zayn shrugged. I noticed that there was a spot of red on his perfectly white shirt.

"Is that...blood on your shirt?" I asked him. Zayn looked at his shirt, then back at me.

"Nah. Just some tomato sauce or something," Zayn lied. He was such a terrible liar. I mean, at least I could tell.

"Zayn, I swear if you don't tell me what's going on, I will never speak to you again," I snapped, pointing a finger at him. I probably looked like a child trying to be mean, but I didn't care. Zayn grabbed my small hands and put them in his.

"If I do tell you, you won't speak to me," Zayn whispered, looking down at me.

"Then tell me," I stood on my tiptoes so I could be a bit taller, and closer to his eyes.

"Maybe another time," Zayn said. I saw a car slow down as it passed by. Zayn clenched his jaw as he saw Andrew and other boys looking out of the window to him menacingly. Zayn just pulled me closer, and I couldn't help but grab his shirt with my tiny hands. "It's okay, I'll protect you."

**FLASHBACK OVER**

I almost cried at that thought. He said he was going to protect me. He lied. He was gone. It was then my job to protect him.

**FLASHBACK**

"That's BS, Zayn, and you know it!" I screamed at him. We were lost, and in the middle of nowhere with a broken-down motorcyle.

"I swear to you, I didn't kill him!" Zayn screamed back. His eyes looked at me like I was one of his victims.

"I saw his body! He was lying in a pool of blood in their kitchen!" I was flashing back to what I saw. It was horrifying. It scared me to think that Zayn did that to people on a regular basis.

"Then, it was an accident!" Zayn was a bit calmer, but still angry as ever.

"So, the fact that you had a shotgun was an accident?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest. Tears threatened to spill over. It was sick. Killing people for a living.

"That was to protect myself," Zayn explained softly. It was as if all of the anger was sucked out of him. It was weird, but I actually calmed down, too.

"Hit men don't use self-defense. They are the ones attacking," I sighed, my hands covering my face in frustration. Why did I ever agree to go with him?

"Well, in that situation, I wasn't a hit man. I was protecting something important to me," Zayn inched closer to my shivering body. It was cold, and about 3:00, and I was only wearing some sweatpants and a small cardigan with a tank top underneath.

"What, that family that we had just met?" I asked, a hint of sourness in my voice. I sounded so mean, but at that point, I didn't care.

"No. You," was all Zayn replied, engulfing me in his arms.

**FLASHBACK OVER**

I covered my face with my hands, thinking about that time, also. I couldn't believe that Zayn cared for me so much. Especially when it wasn't even very far into our friendship. I was sucked into Zayn's problem, and to this day, I don't regret any of it. On that airplane, though...I wanted to just go back. I wanted to refuse to join him. Let him get killed, and to stay with my family. Yet, at the same time, I was happy that I had fallen in love with him.

Maybe if he hadn't decided to talk to me that day, none of this would've happened. Maybe I would be going to uni and not have any friends or anybody but my parents. But that doesn't matter. Everything happened. I will never be able to change anything. Go with the flow.

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