Cherish Me (Sequel To Rescue Me)

Sequel to Rescue Me.

Mrs Horan.
Lia still couldn't believe it.
But with something else big happening, will Niall and Lia pull through? Will they be strong enough? Or will they fall apart?


7. Curled Up

**Lia's POV**

"Is she okay?" I ask urgently as Zayn comes out of his room. He looks stressed and… worried.
"I don't know," He replies solemnly, looking down at the floor before heading down the stairs. I trail into Tristan's Nursery where Brooke was walking around the room with him clutched to her chest.
"How is she?" She asks, eyes meeting mine as she looks concerned. I shut the door and sigh, walking over and taking a seat on the arm chair in the corner of the room.
"I honestly have no idea," I say, looking out of the window where I can see Melody and Star trotting around the field playfully.
"She was in a bad way." Brooke adds, lifting Tristan up and kissing his stomach; causing him to giggle. I'm about to say something when the door opens and Harry slips in.
"Have you seen Zayn?" He asks us, heading over to Brooke and easing Tristan from her arms. She shakes her head before coming to sit on the arm of the chair beside me. He turns to me, patting Tristan's back softly. I shake my head too and he sighs.
"Where did you find her?" He asks. 
"In the field at the back of the house." B tells him, causing his eyes to round out in surprise. 
"Just…" He frowns.
"In the field? On the floor?" He looks at us intently. I nod in answer, thinking back to her limp body curled on the floor.
"She was… Just lying there. Curled up," I say and he shakes his head.
"I thought she was unconscious," B adds, drawing in a long breath.


"Morning," I say with a smile as Zayn enters the kitchen. 
"Morning," He grumbles back. I take in his appearance. He looked rough. Unshaven stubble marked his face, dark bag beneath his eyes and his hair was a complete mess. 
"You okay?" I ask, concerned. I pour the water in to a mug and then ask if he wants tea. All he does is shrug.
"Zayn!" I exclaim, causing him to jump slightly. He closes the fridge door and turns to face me.
"What?" He sighs, dragging a hand through his hair tensly.
"Tell me what's wrong," I say, softer this time. He just shrugs again, causing a hint of annoyance to creep into my tone.
"Zayn," I murmur, exasperated. He sighs again, leaning against the counter opposite me.
"Is it her?" I ask carefully, motioning upstairs. He swallows; I'd caught him off guard.
"No, no." He denies with a  shake of his head.
"Zayn." I warn, stirring sugar into my tea.
"I…" He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly.
"I just can't understand how someone could do something like that to someone. To a young girl especially." He was right. The girl only appeared to be around 14; her thin and small frame making it hard to tell.
"Has the doctor said anything?" I ask him, furrowing my eyebrows. Zayn just shakes his head sadly.
"He wanted to take her to hospital but she kept shaking her head ever so slightly. She was worn out with the effort." His voice trails off as he looks at me intently. 
"You should go talk to her," He suggests. 
"Me?" I stutter, dropping my spoon to the side of my tea. Zayn looks down at the floor again and nods.
"You and Brooke were the first ones she saw when you found her, I don't think she trusts me." He meets my eyes again, sadness filling them.
"I'll go later on," I reply, causing him to briefly smile. 

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