Protective or Obsessive

Emily's in the war zone. Parents murdered, forbidden of friends and one heck of a protective body guard... Well more like obsessive.

After the tragic, mysterious murder of Emily's parents, her high up, powerful Sergeant of an uncle, assigns Zayn Malik - top soldier of the military - too become her own personal body guard. Facing the troubles of those unnamed that killed her parents and a mysterious new stranger that seams to be linked into a lot of things. Emily is also faced with the unfortunate, difficult task of trying not too fall for this hot, well build body guard of hers.


6. Nightmare

What is happening!?

"Your on the sofa" I snap as soon as my uncle is gone, he simply rolls his eyes shaking his head.

"My job is too keep you safe and if there's an attack, I need to be upstairs so I have quick access too you" he tells me folding his muscular and toned arms- Shut up Emily!

"Quick access! Attack!" I shriek, "what the hell do you think's going to happen, world war three!" I roll my eyes exaggerating myself. Well that's what hes making it out to be! His eyes narrow and his arms unfold falling either side of him.

"I am here for three weeks, my orders are clear and there is no reason for anything to go wrong, so if you do indeed cause something to go wrong" he pauses taking a step forward, his voice is stern and harsh and im starting to see the inner solider in him now.

"Then 'I' will be the one in trouble and I don't intend on doing so" he growls slightly emphasising the word 'I'.

"So, I'll say it again, I need a room upstairs near you" he tells me and soon enough his serious face returns to a smirk. I swallow the lump in my throat and nod, ok... he's a little more intimidating that I would have thought.

"Theres no bed upstairs" I say keeping my eyes anywhere but his,

"I'm fine with the floor" he tells me and I nod, "now that issue is cleaned up, please continue with your normal daily day" he grins flashing his pearly teeth in my direction once more. I'm about to speak but here a knock on the door, I sigh and head towards the door but 'Mr Top Solider' is already on his way.

"What are you doing" I say hurrying after him as we reach the door,

"we will straighten out the rules, such as no answering the door or phone or other things later on" he tells me and reaches for the handle to open the door.

"Continue with my daily life! How the hell am I meant to do that with you around doing stupid things like this" I snap right as he opens the door. I see Josh with a wide smile but it immediately falls into a confused look seeing Zayn.

"Josh" I smile shoving past Zayn to greet him,

"Er... Hey" he smiles glancing to Zayn. I hear a grunt from behind me and roll my eyes. "Hi" I perk happy to finally see a breath of fresh air, since my uncle being here, all his soldiers, Zayn! I've felt suffocated for the second time. Josh is a burst of oxygen, there's no drama when it comes to him. But as soon as that thought pops into my mind, I such in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut for a second or two. But there is drama with Josh, with the whole cinema and date thing. This is a disaster.

"Who's this" he questions peering past me looking Zayn up and down once more, I can see the confusion in his eyes and even a slight hint of hurt. I let out a heavy sigh and hold the door open a little wider for him to step in. This is going to be a little complex to explain.


It's silent  for a little while whilst Josh tries to process everything.

"So he's like your body guard" he questions raising an eye brow. I think for a moment before nodding yes. The entire time that I had been explaining things, Zayn stood besides me, his eyes not leaving Josh's. I was forced to tell him who Josh was before I was even aloud to invite him in! I swear to God if he keeps this little act up, I'm done. Josh nods, still slightly confused and turns to Zayn,

"so you'll be following her around everywhere?"


"Yes." I glare towards him then turn back too Josh,

"not in a million years" I roll my eyes, Zayn simply scoffs. Douche!

"Alright well erm... I came here to speak to you about yesterday but I'm - er, sure you can wait" he mutters and stands, already on his way to the door before I can protest.

"Josh" I groan following him to the door, "you don't have to go because of him" I say softly, "stay" I beg. He lets out a sigh before shaking his head.

"I have to... help my dad with things at work anyway, but I'll see you soon" he quickly says, ass. That was the worst lie ever. I let out a heavy sigh at the door close's and Josh disappears from sight. Turning around I'm face to face with Zayn. I let out a groan and once again shove past him.

"Look, I get it, you've been given orders and your following them but your following me around like a lost puppy!" I snap glaring towards him.

He rolls his eyes remaining silent and follows me into the kitchen.

"Where am I sleeping, I'd like to put my bag down" he says hauling a huge ruck sack onto the counter. I hadn't even noticed that. I sigh grabbing a drink before leading him to the stairs.

"I can get you a mattress or something if you want" I mutter under my breath only now feeling the slightest of guilt and sympathy for the guy. He's sleeping on a hard wooden floor... not fun.

"I'm fine" he says offering me a half smile. I swallow the lump in my throat as we climb the stairs and lead him into the cramped and crowded, little room at the end of the hall... which also doesn't have a door.

"Haven't quite got around too getting a door fixed yet" I murmur switching on the light illuminating the messy room. Crap. Its worst that I though. A little dignity please Emily. You can barley see the old, oak, wooden floor. Boxes are placed and stacked in ever corner enveloped in dust, chairs are stacked and piled all over the place, the desk is too buried in mess to even see and the only actual space to move is a small square in front of us. My cheeks blush beet root red as I stare at the mess flustered.

"I'll move-"

"Don't worry about it, I'll do it" he grins flashing an amused smile, if its possible, my cheeks redden even more.

"No I'll help" I insist, he simply shrugs and advances forward firstly moving the fallen and broken chairs in the way. I exhale a deep breath before following him in.


A few hours later and we're just about finishing up, I've dusted ever inch of the room. Everything still remains in the small room but it rearranged and put to one side tidily. You can now actually walk about in there.

"Here" I say walking back in with a few blankets and pillows, I brought extra blankets so he could layer them up, so at least the floors a little softer.

"Thanks" he grins taking them from me and placing them on the chair. I stand awkwardly for a moment uncertain of what to do next.

"I'll er... be downstairs" I mumble and spin on my heels and hurrying downstairs. I'm already getting flustered around him! This is going to be a nightmare.



Shit chapter and I know, I haven't updated in ages! Im so sorry but when I tell you that these last few weeks has been chaos, you have know idea. French, History, sevral maths, Biology, Greek mythology and English exams and I've still got to do a load of revision for some mock exams in my other sciences and a few other classes. Ridiculous! So, as you can probably tell, I haven't really had time to write at all. But I'm determined to update again either tomorrow or at the week end. And also, I'm starting a new book soon. I'm writing before hand because unlike this book, I don't want to 1. not update for ages and 2. get stuck on ideas. I know where this book is heading but I'm sorta stuck to get there haha xx That's all, sorry this A/N was really long.

Comment what you think xx

Thank you x


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