Trapped

I was awoken the next morning by the raindrops tapping on Zayn's bedroom window. For a split second I had completely forgotten where I was. Regardless, it was too damn early. Engulfed in the white comforter, I lifted myself up. Reaching over for my iPhone on the bedside table, it lit up with numerous missed calls and texts from Chrissy.

"Where are you?"
"Kayla answer me"
"Call me when you can"
"I'm worried, please call."
"Kayla"
"Call me."
"Please call."
"It's morning, where are you?"
"Fucking answer me goddammit."
"Pick up your damn phone."
"I'm worried please answer me."

And those weren't even all of them. I rolled my eyes before turning my phone off and putting it back in its previous spot. Flopping back underneath the sheets, I brought them close to my face before falling back asleep.

Before I knew it, I awoken again. Not by the rain, but this time Zayn who had rolled over in his sleep. Now on his side, his tattooed, muscular arm was now wrapped around me. I'd be lying if I said it didn't take me by surprise - I'd also be lying if I said I didn't like it. I closed my eyes and fell asleep for a second time.

I was awoken up for a third time by Zayn lightly nudging my left shoulder. Not wanting to be bothered, I dug my face deeper into his pillow.

"Kayla, it's nearly three in the afternoon." Zayn snickered as he began nudging me once more. I finally rolled over so I was laying on my back. His appearance took me off guard. Zayn's hair looked slept on, his eyes still tired, but somehow he still looked so put together. I couldn't help but stare at the tattoos adorned on his perfectly chiseled chest. "You okay?" he said quietly. Quickly snapping out of my trance I nodded and got out of bed, Zayn did the same.

I wondered if he recalled cuddling with me last night. I didn't want to bring it up in fear I would embarrass him. Before I could finish my thought, Zayn was speaking again.

"Sorry I uh.." He wrapped his hands around his neck. "Sorry for um..." Zayn cleared his throat. "Sorry for wrapping my arm around you last night. I..uh..mustn't have realized. I woke up and you were just there." His cheeks now flushing. "Sorry."

I chuckled. He had no reason to be sorry. Walking up to him I grabbed his hands and held them in mine. "It's really okay Zayn. I didn't mind. It was actually, nice." I let go and turned around quickly before he could process what I had just said. I decided that I should return home before Chrissy files a missing person report. "I better get going." I said as I began picking up my clothes from last night, sliding on my pair of black skinny jeans. I left on Zayn's shirt, I didn't think he would mind.

I had forgotten about that god damn box - the main reason why I was at Zayn's again. It was raining and I didn't want to carry that shit back. "Do you mind if I leave this here?" I looked at Zayn with puppy dog eyes, pointing towards the box.

Chuckling, Zayn nodded in agreement. "Just let me know when."

Now standing outside of the door, Zayn gave me a hug. Before I could pull away completely, I found my lips now locked with his. Throwing me off, I broke away. Looking down at the floor I could hear Zayn apologize under his breath.I felt my cheeks flushing and my insides turning. Did Zayn and I really just kiss? I turned towards the stairs, my eyes glued to the floor until I heard a familiar voice.

"Kayla!"

God dammit. It was Chrissy. She came stomping down the stairs, her boots heavy on the floor.

"Where the fuck have you been? I was so fucking worried. Are you okay? Why weren't you answering your phone?"

Her voice was mixed with anger and relief. Without answering any of her questions, I said the first thing that popped into my head.

"Why the fuck are you here?"

"I go out to fucking look for you because I'm worried sick and that's the first thing you say to me? I was so fucking worried when I came into your room at 2am only to find you gone!" Her voice was purely anger now.

"I appreciate the effort." I said sarcastically. "I'm a big girl Chrissy. I don't need you acting like my mother, wondering where I am at all times." Rolling my eyes at her, I could see her becoming more infuriated.

"Well if you're such a big girl, then you could move out of my apartment - which you aren't even fucking paying for!" Her screams echoed throughout the stairway and probably into the hallways. I wouldn't be surprised if every damn tenant in this building heard her.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly. I would've kept on egging her on and arguing, but I really had no where else to go. I felt like a dog standing there, tail between legs and all.

"Chrissy?" My eyes lit up. Declan. I knew exactly who that was without even having to look up. "Everything okay?" I heard his footsteps descending down the stairs. My muscles tightened, my jaw clenched. I haven't seen him since I left his apartment that one day. It felt as if it took him forever to get down here but there he was, standing before me. He had began to grow out his facial hair but besides that he looked the same. "Oh you found her."

My heart sunk deep down into my stomach. He didn't even look at me. His back now facing me, he stood and talked to Chrissy. First Zayn's kiss, now Declan? I was too overwhelmed for this. I signaled at Chrissy.

"Yeah we were just leaving." Chrissy said, assuming she saw how tense and uncomfortable I looked. "We're actually in a bit of a hurry." She grabbed my upper arm and we began to walk down the stairs. I let out a quick thank you under my breath, just loud enough for Chrissy to hear.

Outside, I decided I should apologize. "Sorry for being rude in there." I felt my cheeks flushing once again.

Chrissy let out a sigh. "It's fine." She began rubbing my back, as some sort of reassurance. "I only came here to ask Declan if he had seen you. He was the first and only person who came to mind. I thought maybe if you weren't here with him, he might know where you were. I don't mean to be a mom Kayla, I really don't. It's just that you don't know many people here and god forbid something happened to you? I would never live it down."

"Thanks." I looked over and smiled at her.

"Where were you last night anyway?"

I panicked. I was a horrible liar under pressure but it was necessary in a situation like this. "One of my friends from back home is visiting. I thought you were asleep last night so I just kinda left." Tuning out Chrissy's response I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, it was Zayn.

"Sorry about before. Talk about it later? My place?"

I really wasn't sure what to say. I wanted to see him but that kiss really threw me off. I'm not looking for someone right now, but maybe that's what I need? Visiting Zayn wouldn't be a horrible idea. I texted him back before I interrupted Chrissy blabbing on about some drunk at work last night.

"Actually, my friend is only in town for a few days. I have plans with her tonight."

Notes

SUPER sorry I haven't updated in like two weeks. I just got back from winter break and school has been super crazy. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy. I already wrote the next chapter and it'll be up tomorrow :)