"So Nialler, have you got anyone?
"Y...yes." He stuttered and I had to hold back a cringe, he had just led her to believe he was hiding something. Which in fact he was. Something that would decide whether we kept our dream jobs or not. Great. Just great.
Day two- mid-morning.
As soon as the words escaped Niall's lips he paled, he knew what would happen next, the multitude of questions, the rumors, and even more hate then we already got. Yet this was only the beginning. The interviewer seemed taken aback, but quickly recovered and plastered a smile on her face that seemed all the more sadistic then it did a minute ago. She opened her mouth but quickly closed it again as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the interview. Niall visibly relaxed as well as me. I jumped up followed by Niall, then Harry, Louis, and finally Liam.
"Let's go." I said just above a whisper to Niall and brushed his hand with mine. I fast walked off the stage with Niall at my side.
How stupid was I too think that Niall would have been able to handle this? No. How selfish was I? He was too sensitive, the hate, the rumors will eventually get to him. Then he'll do who knows what. But what ever it was, it will probably be a terrible, terrible thing.
"Zayn?" I faintly heard my name, awakening me from my thoughts.
"Huh? What?" I asked looking around the group of my closest mates, trying to figure out who spoke my name.
"I asked if you were ok, you look washed." Louis said frowning, while walking in front of me and putting his hand on my forehead. "You're burning up." He commented shocked. "Why didn't you say you were feeling sick!" He screamed while leading me to a chair and forcing me to sit down much to my protest.
"Honestly, I'am fine. Just tired and a little overwhelmed." I said ignoring the worried stares of my closest mates.
I watched as Louis ran off to Paul, and started talking, he made thousands of motions, mostly toward my general direction.
"Zayn. Why didn't you say anything? You shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning if you weren't feeling good." Niall said crouching in front of me, his eyes, they were a blue pool of worries.
I took his face in my hands, completely ignoring the people around us. "I'am honestly fine, just a bit overwhelmed. Do you think I wouldn't have told you if I was sick?" I questioned, but quickly pulled away as someone cleared their throat. I looked up feeling my mouth go dry as I saw two shocked faces belonging to Louis and Harry, and one pissed face belonging to Liam. If looks could kill. I'd be six feet under. I stared back at Liam, daring him to say something. He sighed and shook his head, but dropped it, but something inside me knew this wasn't the last of it, that I would be in for it later. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Louis practically dragging Paul toward us, I couldn't make out the mixture of emotions on Paul's face. But I could tell they ranged from pissed to worry,
"Zayn. Why didn't you say you weren't feeling well?" He asked and I groaned.
"Oh my gosh. How many times do I have to say I feel fine! Just a bit overwhelmed that happens when you're famous and there's a target on you..." I quickly stopped myself as I realized what I was saying.
"What?" Paul said deathly low. "There's a target on your what?" He asked coming toward me and staring in my eyes. I looked around anxiously but just saw three shocked and worried faces from Niall, Harry, and Louis, but one that seemed to be more angry than anything belonging to Liam. I still don't know why he's always so angry at me. We used to be so close, then he found out about the real me, and now he suddenly hates me. "Hello?" I was awoken from my thoughts by Paul waving his hand in front of my face.
I just stood up shaking my head but grabbing hold of the chair as the world tipped drastically.
"Zayn!" I heard Nialls distressed scream as he pushed past Paul to grab my arm, thankful for his arm I leaned on it, with him supporting most of my weight the world slowly stopped tipping to and fro.
"I'am fine.. Really. Just stood up too fast, that's all." I said even though I felt like I was about to pass out.
"No you're not! Your as white as a piece of paper." Niall said staring at me with wide eyes, worry written all over his beautiful features.
I watched as his features slowly blurred in and out, "no.. Really... I'am.. I'am fine.." I mumbled as darkness slowly enveloped my vision. The last thing I heard was Niall screaming my name and begging me to stay awake, not to leave him.
Day two- Afternoon
I woke to the sound of sobbing, immediately I was alert and looking around. My eyes landed on a hunched over blonde leprechaun holding my hand while sobbing into it.
"Niall?" I croaked but whimpered slightly as pain devolped behind my eyes, forcing me to close them.
"Oh my gosh Zayn!" He squealed causing me to moan in pain. "Are you ok? What's wrong? Do you need me to get you something?" He rambled and I just put my finger on my lips asking for silence. I felt like a jerk doing it, but every time he talked a fresh, more intense wave of pain spread throughout my skull. "Zayn?" He whispered, and about five minutes later I cracked my eyelids open slightly to see a two worry filled blue eyes hovering above me, nearly giving me a heart attack.
"What the bloody?" I whisper yelled clutching my heart, Niall bit his bottom lip to hold back laughter and I rolled my eyes. "Hi love." I said lifting my head up slightly and pecking his lips.
"Hey." He said giggling slightly and blushing furiously.
I scanned my surroundings, like I always did when I woke up. I sat up quickly trying to get a better look because I didn't recognize the ceiling, but put my head in my hands as the world tipped and turned around me.
"Niall, love, can you tell me exactly where we are?" I asked, keeping my head in my hands, while trying to hide the panic from my voice, not an easy process when my mind keeps going to worst case scenario. I was poisoned, all my friends and family were murdered, and me and Niall have been kidnapped, possibly at this moment have snipers trained on our heads and chest, and cameras strategically placed throughout the room. "Niall! Where the hell are we?" I screamed feeling my anxiety rising.
"The... The hotel.. Zayn... Are you ok? You're scaring me." He whimpered, and immediately I felt a rock settle in my stomach, I scared him, am scaring him.
I removed my head from my hands, looked toward Niall to see his back up against the wall, his eyes wide, and his skin as white as paper.
"I'am sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you it's.. Just.. I.. I.." Once again, Niall blurred in and out, and the world tipped and turned.
"Zayn?" I heard Niall call, but it seemed to have gone in one ear and out the other, I laid back down with my hand without the cast over my eyes, begging the blurriness to go away.
Pain coursed throughout my body starting at my bullet, and knife wounds, then traveling up, then down. I heard an ear piercing scream, followed by sobbing and pleads to make it stop only to realize it was coming from my lips. I removed my hand from my face and grabbed the sheets, writhing around as the pain coursed throughout my body. I heard Nialls voice yet I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. Another eardrum shattering scream pierced the air, and I grabbed my sides, then brought my knees to my chest, curling into a ball, a wet sobbing ball. I kept trying to calm myself down, but every time I would calm slightly, another wave of pain would release through my body, but stronger then the last, and longer. Always stronger and longer.