Trapped

So, I told Zayn everything. I was talking so much that soon enough my mouth became dry and I got tired of hearing my own voice. It was difficult for him to keep up with everything but he tried his best; often stopping me in the middle of a sentence just to clarify, or for me to explain further. I found it especially hard for me to talk about my falling out with Declan. I could literally feel my heart dropping when I repeated some of the things he said to me. After what felt like hours, I was finally finished. I told him everything from how I met Declan and when I moved from Washington to Chicago, how I don't have any friends and that I'm basically freeloading at my managers apartment.

"So where do you plan on going when you have to leave?"

I let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. Looking down at the table, my voice shook. "I...I hadn't really thought of that." I new form of panic set in. Chrissy did say that whenever someone new was interested, I would be out. That could be any day now! "I don't really know." My phone started vibrating in my pocket, it was Chrissy. "Hello?"

"Where are you Kayla? Your shift started fifteen minutes ago and we're packed."

"I'm on my way right now, I'm so sor-" but before I could finish, Chrissy had hung up the phone. I stood up and put on my coat. "Thanks for listening Zayn, you really didn't have to." I could feel my cheeks flushing, embarrassed for how much time I took up.

"I don't mind. Anytime you need someone, you know where to find me. Here, let me give you my number." I handed Zayn my phone but my eyes quickly reverted to the box of my stuff I had put on his armchair. I couldn't bring that to work and I had no time to stop at home. Plus, it was much too heavy for me to carry all the way there.

"Do you care if I leave that here?" I pointed towards the box. "I promise to come and pick it up after work."

"Of course." He smiled. "Just text me when you plan on coming."

"Thank you! My shift ends at midnight, so around then." I gave Zayn a quick side hug and let myself out, being careful not to close the door too loudly. I began walking down the stairs once more, wondering if Declan had come back. I hoped that I would bump into him on the stairs just to catch a glimpse of him, but sadly it didn't happen.

Arriving to work almost half an hour late, I dodged Chrissy in fear that she would have something to say to me. Although, she was right; the bar was extremely busy tonight. Due to the crowd, I wasn't able to leave until a little after one in the morning.

I was exhausted. As soon as I got back to Chrissy's apartment, I plopped down on my bed and checked my phone for the first time since I left Zayn's house. Zayn texted me.

"You coming?"

I had completely forgotten about that god damn box. I looked at the clock which read 1:30. Reluctant, I called Zayn and to my surprise, he answered.

"I thought you had forgotten!" I let out a nervous laugh, He doesn't need to know, right? "Are you still coming? I waited up for you." There was not a single bone in my body that wanted to walk back to his apartment but how could I say no after he waited up for me. I told him that I'd be there in twenty minutes and hung up.

My eyes felt heavy as I knocked on Zayn's door. He opened it and for the first time I had seen him in something other than skinny jeans and a plain shirt. Clad in baggy gray sweatpants and a loose-fitting t-shirt, he looked slightly less edgy and a little bit more welcoming.

"Hi" I hugged Zayn before I walked in. He pulled in tightly which slightly threw me off guard. I walked in and noticed my box was no longer on the chair that I had left it on. "Where's my.."

"Oh well, I hope you didn't mind but I put it in a nicer box. The one it was in was bound to break with that much stuff in it." He eagerly went into his bedroom and brought out a newer looking cardboard box which was taped shut, unlike before.

"Thanks." I grabbed the box which was a lot heavier than I had remembered. Letting out a sigh I started walking towards the door, preparing myself for this walk home.

"I could walk you back to your apartment if you'd like. It's nearly 2am, not exactly the safest time for you to be walking alone with a box full of things." I could tell Zayn was holding back saying that. The words spilled out so quickly that they almost slurred together. "Or, you could stay here for the night. I don't mind." I was going to take him up on his offer to walk me home but I really was much too tired and I didn't think I would make it. Plus, Zayn was a nice guy. Yeah, I had just met him, but when I was talking to him before, he felt like an old friend. At the same time I barely know him. Chrissy would be worried and oh god, what if Declan found out?

I ignored all of the thoughts in my head and let out the first response that popped up. "I'd love to."

"The only problem is that we'd both have to sleep in my bed, if you're okay with that. You're more than welcome to the couch but it's equivalent to sleeping on cinder blocks. I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable." Zayn grabbed his forearm and just kinda stood there. "I won't try to make a move on you or anything, I'm not like that" Strange enough, that hadn't even crossed my mind. I think I was just so tired that my judgment was impaired and I wasn't really thinking of those things. Without hesitation I nodded my head in agreement and he lead me to the bedroom.

His bedroom was well decorated and very modern. It had brick walls and a dark hardwood floor that was mainly taken up by a geometric print rug. A plethora of artwork was hung on all four walls. "Did you paint these yourself?" I asked as Zayn began fixing the bed.

"Yes sir. Every single one of them." He had a sense of pride in his voice. I mean, i would too- every piece was more beautiful than the next. "Do you plan on sleeping in that?"

I was so tired that I could've had a spacesuit on and it wouldn't of mattered. I didn't even get the chance to answer before Zayn spoke again.

"Here, you can wear these." Standing at his drawers, he pulled out a plain black v-neck and held up a pair of boxers and plaid pajama pants. "Which one? They're both clean, I swear on it." I let out a laugh before pointing to the boxers. He put the clothes on the bed before he left the room to use the bathroom. "I'll knock before I come back in, okay?"

Pulling the t-shirt over my head, it proved to be extremely loose. I had the same problem with his boxers too. Even when I rolled them over and over they still managed to slip down my hips. It wasn't that huge of a deal, so I flung them off and decided to sleep in my underwear - the shirt was big enough to go down mid-thigh anyway. I was too tired to wait for Zayn, so I climbed in his bed and instantaneously fell asleep.

Notes

thanks for reading guyyyyssssss
okay so i have testing all week so I probably won't update until next weekend
but the next chapter will be good!!!! i promise haha

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