Going InZayn [SEQUAL TO TAKING THE WRONG DIRECTION]

Chapter 4

I screamed and rolled right out of Ronnie's bed. I began choking on my breath as I sat up some.

"Zayn?" Ronnie said, opening the door. I turned to her and began coughing into the floor. She knelt next to me and helped me back into the bed. "What was that all about?" she asked, laying me down. I looked over my shoulder to see if Gabe was there. As I suspected, she was gone.

"Something scared me," I whispered as I crawled under the covers. Ronnie was a little confused, but she layed me down and left before I could spaz out again. I rolled over to see if Gabe was there. She wasn't, and I began to relax.

"You sound terible," Gave said behind me. I jumped up and turned to her. Her blonde hair was braided back, a few strands falling into her face. She was wearing a light gray dress that fell to her knees and black leather boots.

"Gabe?" I whispered breathlessly. My throat was still burning from screaming.

"The one and only," she said with a smile. I could feel my heart racing in my chest.

"What's going on?" I asked, coughing into my arm. Gabe smiled and sat on the side of my bed. I scooted back some, terified to be near her. She laughed and moved a tad closer.

"I won't hurt you Zayn," she said. I didn't belive her one bit. She was in my house! She's stalking me and freaking me out!

"Look, I'm kind of sick right now, so can I get some rest?" I asked. She smiled and walked out the open door. I stared at the door as I layed back down. She't here too. Why is she following me?

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The house was dark when I woke up again. I sat up and looked at Ronnie's clock. 1:07 A.M. I tried to open my eyes as I rubbed my throbbing head. My stomach growled and I slid out of bed. Ronnie's rug was soft under my feet as I left the room. I walked down the hall into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and snapped the seal off the top. Swallowing was difficult, but I did it without choking and ultimately dying. I wiped my sweaty forehead and sat down at the dining table. A chill spread over my body, despite the fever radiating from my body. I coughed a little and drank some more water.

"Zayn, is that you?" Louis asked, walking downstairs. I waved to him as he walked into the kitchen. He smiled and sat next to me at the table, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl in front of us.

"What are you doing up?" I asked hoarsely. I coughed hard into my arm, my headache growing stronger.

"I needed something to snack on," he replied, peeling and taking a bite of the banana. I smiled a bit and swallowed some more water. "You need to take some medicine." he said, standing up.

"Nooo," I whined, coughing again. He smiled and dug through the cubards. He pulled out a bottle of NyQuil and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. I groaned as he opened the bottle and poured some cough syrup into the spoon.

"I don't wanna," I moaned like a child. He chuckled and brought the spoon up.

"Here comes the train," he said, acting like an overly entusiastic mother. I glared at him, then slipped the spoon from his hand. I stuck the spoon in my mouth and almost spit it back out. It tasted horible, but I swallowed it fast. My throat felt like it was on fire as it went down.

"There we go," Louis said, putting the spoon in the sink. I moaned and layed my head down on the table. I hate being sick so much. Louis sat down and rubbed my shoulder.

"Did Liam and Niall go home?" I asked.

"Yeah, they got power back and they left after lunch." I nodded and sat back up. Louis moved his hand away and my stomach growled loudly. "Do you want some ice cream?" I smiled and he took that as a yes. All the guys know I love ice cream. Louis got up and threw together a banana spit, which we shared. I knew I couldn't eat all of it and he wanted some ice cream.

"So, what happened to you after got back from Tennessee?" I asked, scooping a banana and some vanilla ice cream.

"I just fell apart. I was pissed at myself for hitting Harry and I couldn't live with myself. I didn't care anymore and I felt horible for what I did to Haz at the ward." I nodded and swallowed some chocolate ice cream. It soothed my throat as it went down. Louis scooped up what was left and placed out dishes in the sink. I stood up and we made our ways to our rooms. Then I remembered I was in Ronnie's room.

"Where's Ronnie?" I asked as Louis stepped onto the stairs.

"Sleeping with Harry," he answered, giving me a miscivious look. I chuckled and walked back to Ronnie's room. How old is she anyway?

I crawled back under the covers and settled in. I felt the medicine kick in and I fell asleep not two minutes later.