Make Some Memories: A One Direction Fanfic (slow updates)

Chapter 12: Young and Innocent

Heyy guys (: so this updating sceduale probably isnt gonna work out that well and im sorry. But i promise i'll update at least once a week! Here's a short chapter to make up for yesterday. Enjoy lovelies! 

Chapter 12

Zayn’s POV    

The moon was covered by clouds. The city was dark and quite. Zayn was walking down the sidewalk, enjoying the seemingly peaceful night. That’s when he saw her, a young girl only about 15. She was running. A shadowy figure was right behind her.

“Hey!” Zayn yelled chasing after him.

He ran and ran but didn’t see them. Zayn ran his fingers through his hair. Who were they? Was that girl in trouble? Suddenly an ear-splitting shriek rang through the cold air. The Bradford boy sprinted. He needed to find her. Zayn saw the shadows move in an alley. He approached with caution.

Zayn heard the girl get smacked. “Hey! Bro, leave her alone!” he yelled. The man didn’t even finch, like he didn’t hear him.

“DON’T YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN! UNLESS YOU WANT TO END UP DEAD LIKE YOUR FRIEND!” he shouted adding another smack.

"I-I,” the girl started.

"SHUT UP!” he yelled and this time punching her in the gut. Zayn couldn’t control himself and ran to tackle him but it seemed like he went right through him.

What the hell? He thought to himself. Zayn looked over at the poor, defenseless girl. She was so young, so innocent. Her dark hair was covered half of her face. Her lip was cut and was bleeding. The man raised his arm again and the girl flinched probably thinking he was going to strike her again but to her and Zayn’s surprise, he gently pushed the hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear.

“I’m sorry, baby. Let’s go home,” he said then gave her a kiss on her forehead.

 She nodded her head in agreement but fear could clearly be seen her face. Zayn’s eyes almost popped out of his head. He recognized her. THE GIRL WAS LEAH!

Zayn shot up out of bed. He was soaked in sweat and his breaths where uncontrollably uneven. The first time he had that dream was the night he and his friends landed in America. It has been getting more common and more common ever since he and Leah have been getting closer. Once a month turned into once a week, and now Zayn had it at least every other day.

He went to the kitchen to get himself a tall, cold glass of water to calm himself down. Zayn ran his fingers through his hair like he always did when he was confused or frustrated. There had to be a reason that he kept having this reoccurring dream.  This thought shouldn’t even cross his mind because that chance of it being true is slim to nothing but he couldn’t help it. Maybe Leah actually went through this pain. Maybe this why why she was so guarded. Zayn quickly shook the idea out of his mind. He headed back to bed and tried to get some sleep even though he knew he would fail.