Going InZayn [SEQUAL TO TAKING THE WRONG DIRECTION]

Chapter 8

"Oh ron," I whispered, pushing some of her orange curls from her face. Her lip trembled with fear, her body shaking hard. "Ron, it's okay. This is normal, okay? I know what relapse is like. I felt like this when I first tried to quit smoking. I got over it, and so will you." She nodded ans wiped her eyes. I smiled and kissed her forehead gently, a smile finding its way to her face. "What do you say we get you cleaned up and watch some Perception?" She looked up at me and nodded. We both love that new drama show. Plus it kind of fits my situation. I took her hand and we walked downstairs and into her kitchen. I pulled a bag of popcorn from the pantry and tossed it into the microwave, pressing the popcorn button. My fingers drummed the counter as Ronnie washed her shallow injuries.

"You're very impatient," Ronnie said, wiping her arms with a paper towel. I smiled and tapped harder.

"No, I'm just absolutely starving," I said with a smile. Ronnie laughed and tossed the paper towel in the trash. The microwave beeped and I grabbed the hot bag. My fingertips burned as I grabbed a bowl and dumped the popcorn in.

"Is Perception on tonight?" Ronnie asked, plopping down in the middle of the sofa. I took the remote and dropped down to her right.

"It's Monday, and Monday is Perception night." Ronnie smiled and grabbed a hand full of popcorn.

"You look tired. Can you make it throught the show?" she asked. I popped some popcorn in my mouth and nodded. I was exausted, and my hand was killing me.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost nine."

"Awww, we have to wait an hour?" I whined. Ronnie smiled and took some more popcorn.

"So, I'm really sorry about stepping in for you earlier."

"Oh, okay."

"No, I really am. The fans were iritating us about putting up some more video diaries and they didn't know if you would be able to do a diary." I bit my lip and looked away from her. I was still really P.O. ed about it.

"Okay. Don't worry about it."

"I am Zayn. I'm worried about you right now." I looked over at her. Her eyes were large and stunning. I never really noticed how pretty she was. Her curls framed her face so well and they matched her personality so well: fiery and fun.

"Don't worry about me Ron. I'm worried about you right now." Ronnie rolled her eyes and layed on my arm, our gaze never breaking.

"Zayn, why are you seeing people? Gabe isn't real, and now you see and hear things that aren't real. What's happening?"

"Ronnie, I don't know, okay. I just don't know." We were quiet for a while, wishing Perception would come on faster. "My god I'm crazy."

"No you're not Zayn. I was in a mental ward for two months. Trust me, I know crazy. I was attacked by a psycotic man with a tray of soft shell veggie tacos." I raised an eyebrow and looked at her strangly.

"What?"

"Anyway, maybe you aren't crazy. Maybe you should just go talk to someone. I had a theropist, and I got a lot better."

"Maybe I should." Ronnie smiled and put a piece of popcorn in my mouth.

"Maybe we both should. Harry needs a theropist again too, he's been a little more distance lately." I nodded and sank back into the sofa some. Ronnie cuddled closer to me.

"Yeah, maybe so." The show wasn't starting for another fifteen minutes.

"Why are you laying on me?" I asked.

"I don't know. I like being close to people. Plus, you smell like old spice." I smiled and layed my head on hers. She smelt like roses. Wait, what was I doing?

"Um, thank you." She smiled and moved closer to me. Her head was tucked deeply into my neck. Ronnie looked up at me and I looked into her stormy gray eyes. They reminded me of the storm that was on the way, only they looked friendlier and more calming. "You're really pretty Ronnie."

"No, I'm not," she said, her face turning a little pink.

"Yes you are." I could feel her breaths hitting my face.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"Well, thank you."

The next thing I knew, we were snogging as the show started.