Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

"Zayn? What are you doing here?" He comes over and helps me to my feet.

"Um... Nothing. Why are you crying," he asks me. I never really noticed how cute he wAs. He was always so... Quiet.

"B-because... Um, I don't want to talk about it." he nods.

"You know you can come to me if you need anything. Anything at all." I nod, tears still trickling down my face. He pulls me into a hug, and I accept the embrace.

streaks of bright white light (haha it rhymes) blurt my vision.

Oh no, it's one of those visions.

Help!

(VISION)

I see Harry and me. He's running, holding my hand. I try to keep up, but he's fast, and he is practically dragging me.

I can hear someone behind us, calling out my name, and Harry and I giggle.

"Jace! Come back!"

I giggle and Harry comes to a stop.

"Stay here," he whispers and shoves me behind a thick-based tree. I comply with his order.

"Hey, Louis? Why are you running after mah girlfriend?"

I giggle, but not loud enough to make them hear.

"Where is she, Harry. I know you're going to try something on her, and I won't let that happen," he says.



All the colors of the forest flood out, and I'm back in the woods with Zayn.

"What was that?"

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