You tried to focus on what Harry was saying, but your mind kept wandering. You told Harry that you would still do the meet and greet the other day, but you weren't sure anymore. Zayn noticed the scared look on your face and tapped Harry on the shoulder"I don't think this is a good idea, Harry." Harry turned to look at him"and why is that?" You looked at Zayn, the fear and uncertainty in your eyes, he shrugged"that creep is still out there and we don't know who he or she is. I don't want to risk Y/N's life or her fans'." Harry rolled his eyes"that's why you and the boys are here." Harry continued, you sent Zayn a small smile. Two hours later, you were staring at yourself in front of the mirror. Harry and your stylist wanted to cover your bruises, but you told them no; you didn't want to hide anymore. In fact, you dressed yourself. You were wearing black jeans, a simple white shirt and your black converse. You did a French braid and opted for no makeup. You let out a deep breath before you left the room, Zayn offered you a smile"are you ready?" You shrugged"I love my fans, but I'm ready for the day to end already and it's not even noon." Harry dragged you away before Zayn could even answer. As you neared the conference room, you felt your hands sweating. Your fans were waiting for you and you had to be strong for them. You shook your head as the doors opened with a smile on your face as you were greeted with screams.
Once you met the first fan, your nerves went away and you started to have fun. Harry had even hired a DJ and you were happy that they weren't playing your songs. At one point, you stopped taking pictures and signing autographs to dance in the middle of the room. You took out your braid and just spun around and when the next song came on, you lost it. You just broke down. The music stopped. Nobody knew what to do so they just watched you cry your heart out before Zayn had enough; he picked you up and carried you bridal style out of the room. He took you to his room, he locked the door and just held you as you cried. You looked up at him when he started to stroke your back"I guess I wasn't ready." He shook his head"no, you weren't." You laid your head on Zayn's chest and played with his hands"I'm never going to live this down." He shrugged"you've been holding everything in, Y/N, what were you expecting? And I'm sure your fans understand and they'd rather you cry than hurt yourself." "Who says I haven't." You mumbled quietly. He looked down at you"please tell me you didn't." You shook your head"I didn't, but I've thought about it. Everything hurts and I don't have anybody to talk to. Harry wants me to do all these things, but he doesn't see how much I'm dying on the inside." You sighed"I wish that I could just disappear or just go away for a few days." "Would you?" You looked up at him.
You looked around Zayn's cabin"no phone, no tv, no computers. This is perfect." That day in the hotel room, Zayn told you about his cabin and it sounded perfect. You didn't even bother getting your stuff; you just had Zayn lead the way and you knew he sent Harry a text just to let him know that you were okay. Zayn set his bags down"thanks for the help." On the drive up to the cabin, Zayn had stopped by the local market for food and supplies. You took his jacket off and started to put the groceries away"what do you have planned for us?" He came back out from the only bedroom in the cabin"we have to figure out the sleeping arrangements for tonight then we can figure everything else out tomorrow." You grabbed a water bottle"we can sleep in the same bed." He nodded"I have to go get some wood for the fireplace; that's our only heat source." "I'll get started on dinner then." You told him. He grabbed an axe before he left. After dinner, you went to take a shower while Zayn got the fire going. He was sitting in front of the fireplace with a cup of hit chocolate when you came out in his plain pajamas set with your hair wet. Zayn could've sworn that time stopped the moment you two made eye contact. He always thought that you were beautiful but in that moment, you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He handed you your own cup before he went to shower. You walked over to the window and you were so lost in the beauty that you didn't even noticed that Zayn had finished. You two called it a night and you didn't care, you snuggled up to him. At first he tensed up, but soon relaxed and you two fell asleep. The figure stood outside the window and stared at you as you slept soundly.
