His heart pounded against his chest at a rapid rate that could be alien to any human being. Eyebrows furrowed and his face was nothing but a mixture of confusion, regret, grief and hate towards himself. Slapping his forehead, he exhaled frustration within himself. He couldn't stand his reflection at this point, so he ignored looking at himself through the rear-view.

The pounding against his rib cage increased - it was as if his heart was trying to escape him.

At this point, he didn't care if it did fall out of him that very second. He felt as though death should be the suitable punishment for his arrogance and ignorance with world around him. He didn't deserve to be here right now in this taxi cab in the middle of a traffic jam. He didn't deserve the tremendous achievements and success that came with One Direction. He didn't deserve the love from everyone around him - family, friends and fans. He didn't deserve all the money, cars and he most certainly didn't deserve his wife. Yet, he did deserve the pain in his body, mind and soul.

The whole world of fame came crashing down on him. He ran his fingers roughly through his hair puffing air into his lungs and blowing it all out rubbing his eyes.

His palms sweat from all the nerves and suspense caught in his spine. He could barely keep himself in the cab much longer as the agitation got into his skin. He needed the cars to move faster than they had been before - which wasn't anything at all.

The traffic ahead of him was too slow for his liking. If any movement at all. He stared at the digital clock in the radio player impatiently tapping the door handle of the back seat he was in. He licked his lips from the dryness. As much as he did, he couldn't get the dryness taste out of his mouth. He could feel his hands quaking in his lap with his legs. He sighed closing his eyes trying to relax himself, but it was a fail. He couldn't stop thinking about how he had been and his actions towards her.

Everything was wrong. He was wrong. He had no right to be the way he was. No right at all.

Zayn held his face in his hands crying silently. Thought to himself mentally beating himself and hating everything about him for what was going on around - not having a clue how he had effected his loved ones...one. The few tears rolling down his cheeks suddenly became streams. The taxi driver sat silent behind the wheel knowing exactly what went on. He bowed his head feeling pity towards Zayn.

No need to ask and no need for explanation.

The dots of rain appeared on the glass beside him. He stared at each one falling from the sky his patience growing even more thinner - if possible. Sniffling, he gazed at the heavy traffic cursing under his breath.

"Come on..", he repeated under his breath.

Zayn's leg shook violently eager to rush it all. His waterline was flooded with tears loosely hanging from his long lashes. The pain in the back of his throat refusing to leave him. It felt like boulders resting in his esophagus. Regardless of how much water he drank, nothing could make the hurt go away. Zayn left alone seeing as he deserved any punishment that came his way.

His pulse quickened as he felt his heart at his throat thinking back at what had happened.

The pain in the pit of his stomach increased thinking of her beautiful smile. She use to radiate a warm feeling in his chest every time her lips curled upwards into an innocent grin. The glitter in her eyes when she'd blush from his compliments made a sob escape his mouth. He use to be the reason for the brightness that illuminated from her, but that all faded. She hadn't been the same and he finally realized that it was him. He let his pride down and came to the conclusion he was one hundred percent at fault.

Zayn couldn't take it anymore.

Opening the cab door, he shot out like a bullet. The taxi driver didn't need to ask. He let him go do what he had to. What he thought was best. Zayn ran. He ran with all his might crying to himself thinking of her. Luckily, the rain had fallen in heavy droplets covering the pain and tears overflowing out of his eyes.

"I'm coming...", he said in a raspy tone - as if she could hear him - continuously running.

He passed each car that was parked in the traffic jam. Everyone failing to realize that it was Zayn Malik from One Direction, until they actually focused on the figure sprinting. He ignored the fact that camera phones were taken out pointing towards him.

Nonetheless, Zayn continued running feeling his calves slowly burn the back of his legs. Ignoring the pain, he pushed through it. Nothing was going to stop him. Nothing at all. The rain making it easier for him to continue cooling his ligaments down when needed.

He then remembered something she had said to him.

"Grandmother always use to tell me something if I needed help. She said that if you felt alone and needed guidance and assistance, to ask Allah for it and it will come quickly to you. Because in the end, Allah is the only one that will help you and will be there for you."

He couldn't bare the it anymore and stopped feeling a sharp pain jolt through his leg. He screamed in agony and fell on his hands and knees. Zayn stood there for a moment crying. His knees on the ground refusing to move. He sobbed repeating her name and how sorry he was. Zayn Malik was at his weakest point. Everything meant nothing. And he didn't feel anything.

He looked up to the sky throwing his arms up in defeat sobbing and exhaling. He could see his warm breath form in the cool rainy air. Zayn shivered a bit the cold now catching up to him. "Allah please help me...", he begged under his breath.

The sudden pain his thighs and calves subsided. His adrenaline kicked in again causing him to run at a faster pace than before.

He had reached the beginning of the traffic jam. There had been a tiny motorcycle accident. He stopped in his tracks seeing the scene in front of him. Zayn remembered his accident and shivered. He shook his head trying to forget about it. He then turned his head to a another taxi - this one had been a mini van. The back seats had been empty, but he had been hesitant to enter. He slowly walked over to the cab and the door slid open automatically as if for him to walk in.

Like he had been waiting for him.

Zayn furrowed his eyebrows tears resting on his lashes again. He had no time to mentally decide if he should walk in the strange taxi van. He noticed the Islamic pendent hanging from the rearview mirror and stepped into the vehicle - trusting that that pendent meant more than just a decorative piece.

The driver's focus was in front of him waiting for his turn to drive through the traffic signals onto the main service road.

Zayn inhaled as much breath as possible to speak, "T-to the..."

"I know.", the driver spoke before Zayn could finish. Zayn kept his eyes on the man with the thick beard. His heart felt more at ease, if anything. Before the driver made any movements he brang his hands up at eye level. The man recited a tiny prayer into his hands and finished by saying "Allah hu Akbar."

Zayn repeated the mans actions and whispered to himself, "Allah hu Akbar." The pang in his chest lessened. He felt safe and warm in the mini van. Like nothing could harm him. "I'm coming.", he repeated again closing his eyes.

And again, but in a whisper. "I'm coming..." The last few tears falling down his cheeks.

Notes

This story came in a series, but since it is my favorite piece of work thus far, I decided to post it seeing as you didn't really need that much important background from the other parts of the series. This is the last part of my 'Destined For Each Other' series. If you'd like to see more, please go to wattpad.com/user/xoayahxo

-Mayahxo