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#75 - Someone Breaks Into Your House When He's Not There, But You Are (Zayn)

Someone Breaks Into Your House When He's Not There, But You Are (Zayn)

You and Zayn had only recently started dating so the phase of sleeping over hadn't really come into the picture yet. You were sitting on the couch, your phone pressed to your ear, laughing about a story Zayn was telling.

"And that actually happened?" you laughed.

"No joke, Lou and Niall actually did that!" he replied, joining in your laughter.

"Oh my god," you said, your laughter dying down.

"I know right?" he chuckled.
Your ears suddenly perked up when the front door knob began to shake. What the hell?

"Zayn..." you started when the shaking began to get more violent.

"I think someone's trying to get into my house!" you exclaimed, reality hitting you.

"What? (Y/N) what do you mean?" he asked, all humour leaving his voice.
A muffled voice suddenly called from the other side of the door.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" An awkward sound came from your mouth.

"(Y/N)? What was that?!" he said, beginning to panic himself.

"Zayn, call the police!" you whisper shouted, heading up to your bedroom and hiding in the closet.

"Please! I'm in the closet! Shit..." you mumbled realizing the door didn't lock. But it was already too late. The sound of the door downstairs cracking open made you jump.

"He's in the house!" you cried quietly.

"Oh my god... okay... I'm calling the police. Keep texting me though... please!" You could tell he was trying to remain calm, but failing miserably.

"Okay... okay." You hung up your end and pulled your knees up to your chest, clutching your phone in your hands and remaining very quiet. His voice called out and it sent shivers up your spine.

"I know you're here darlin', you don't have to hide from me. I'm going to find you..." His voice was sickly sweet and slightly slurred. You could hear him tiptoe up the stairs, continuing to call out.

"C'mon (Y/N)... you can't hide from me forever." He knew your name? That was when your heart began to pound, and your breathing got heavy. How did he know your name? You had never met this man before. And you knew that for a fact. You could only beg that Zayn had called them in time.
Your bedroom door creaked open and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Are you hiding in here?" the man's voice rang, his footsteps slowly walking around.
Your phone suddenly buzzed, making you jump. Quietly, you pulled it out so you could see who texted you. Luckily it was Zayn.

I'm outside and so are the police. Hang in there boo.'

A sigh escaped your lips. But the relief was short lived when his voice spoke again, only this time he was right outside the closet door. And it didn't lock.

"Oh, are we hiding in the closet?" You instinctively grabbed the door handle and pulled it towards you. Adrenaline kicked in and you found yourself pulling the door harder than you normally would have been able to.

"You're a fighter... I like that in a women." It then became evident to you that he wanted more than just money.
You struggled, but managed to keep the door shut until the shouts of police officers filled the room. The pulling on the door stopped and you relaxed. It soon opened and there was Zayn. He reached out his hand and you took it. Immediately, he pulled you into his arms and you gripped onto him, yet you didn't cry. You couldn't. You were just happy they showed up when they did.

"You're staying with me okay? I'm not letting you stay here alone," he whispered, rubbing your back comfortingly and kissing your forehead. You nodded into his chest and he guided you downstairs.
When you crossed the lawn, you couldn't help but make eye contact with the intruder. He had an eerie smile plastered across his face, forcing you to look away. It was a face that would be in your nightmares. Zayn pulled you closer to him, making you look away from the scene all together. He helped you into the passenger seat, giving you his hoodie as the chilled London air nipped at your skin. The drive to his house was silent, but a comfortable silence. The comfort of his hand wrapped around your smaller one was enough to remind you that you were safe and nothing could get to you without going through him first.