Author's Note: Chapter Dedicated to Animegeek123 who helped me come an idea for this chapter :P

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~Caitlin

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It's been two week's, and i've got a plan.

When they go to their next concert, imma gonna climb out of the roof, and run like i'm being chased by hundreds of zombies.

In fact, their leaving right now "Don't try anything" Liam point's in my face.

I push it away "Yeah, yeah, don't point at me with that finger, I don't know where it's been" I shiver.

He roll's his eyes and walk's out *click* and their out. I grin like a maniac.I pulled at the hand cuff's, they need to make sure they actually locked them, idiot's. This is way to easy.

I went into the bathroom, showered and then pulled on some legging's and a tank shirt, then a shirt that was a bit big. It hanged off of my right shoulder. I then pulled on my mustache sweater and then converse. I grinned and then started to climb up onto the roof.

I started to hum mission in possible music and I rolled across the roof, peaked around everywhere then jumped off "OL-LAY, ITCH-BAY!" I laughed and then ran towards my right.

I laughed like an lunatic as my converse slapped against the road.

I then stopped and looked around and found myself in the middle of a road, that was in the middle of a forest... oh god.

I saw the shadows move and I screamed in fear "SLENDER MAN!"

I ran into the other side of the forest, and I heard foot steps chasing after me "AHHHH!" I yelled as I fell down a ditch. I rolled to a stop and laid there for a moment.

 "Ow" I sat up and clutched my head, and here come's the killer had ache.  

"Jane"  

"AHHH! SLENDER MAN KNOW'S MY NAME!" I freak out and watched as the person walked into view.  

"What the hell Zayn?!" I scream at him.

"YOU NEARLY KILLED ME!" he rolled his eyes.  

"I saw you running away from the tour bus, so I chased after you, your in so much trouble" he grabbed my arm and I winced as he tightened his grip.  

I was about to say something when a loud BOOM echoed around us. I jumped in shock, which caused me to jump into Zayn.

He raised his eye brow at me "Your scared of thunder?" he asked, amused.  

"N-no" I jumped again when a loud clap came from over our head's.  

"Really? Then why are you scared?"  

I laughed "Have you never seen horror movies? Never go into a forest at night, or when it's raining, you'll die"  

"Then why did you run into the forest?"  

"BECAUSE I THOUGHT SLENDER MAN WAS GOING TO KILL ME!" and as if in agreement, we were pounded by bucket's of cold rain. I ran under a tree with Zayn and we looked at each other.  

"Do you know how to get out of here?"  

"No"  

"WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" I started to panic.  

"Chill out, we're not gonna die"

"Yes, yes we are. We're going to get hypothermia and die"   

"Stop being so, so, so panicky!"

"Tell that to your corpse" I growled and shuffled onto the other side of the tree.  

"Listen Jane-"  

"What?"  

"I'm sorry..."   Water splattered onto my face and I looked up to see the rain coming through the canopy above me.

"For what exactly?" I smirked at the rain, come on Zayn, tell me.  

"Ugh, you know what, i'm taking back the apology, you bitch"  

"Nice to see the ass is back" I shivered, I am going to die of hypothermia... grreeeaaattt, just great. See how excited I am?  

"Jane.... why don't you come over here and stop being a child"  

"I'm not a child, your a child" I snapped at him, he was still on his side of the tree and I was drenched....   

"Come on Jane, over here, it's dry" I peeked around the side, fuck me! It's dry as a the sun -.-  

"Fine" I grumbled and crawled over to his side, but kept a distance away from him.  

We sat in silence and I started to feel drowsy. I head dipped a little bit and I slouched against the trunk "Come here"  

"No" I tried to argue and fight him, but he just grabbed my arm and pulled me next to him.  

"Just to make sure you won't run away"  

"Whatever...." my eyes started to drop, weights holding them down.  

"Your cold" my eyes fluttered open and I looked at him.  

"I'm fine"  

"Your not though"  

"I am"  

"Just let me put my jacket on you"  

"No"  

"Yes"  

"No"  

"No"  

"Still no Zayn, reverse psychology doesn't work on me" he frowns and we both sit in silence, the rain pelting down.  

I couldn't fight it anymore, my hair dripping, my clothes drenched to the bone didn't seem to affect the fact that I was tired.  

And with out a second thought, my head was laid onto Zayn's shoulder gently, and I fell asleep.  

*~*~* 3rd Person's POV *~*~*  

Zayn stiffened as 'Jane' put her head on his shoulder.  

He looked at the girl warily, seeing if this was just a stunt or another one of her evil diabolical plan's.

  Her breathe's were even, her face was extremely pale and he stared at her, examining her features.  

She's so pale... is that natural?  

He noticed her hair was dripping, then her clothes were soaking. And the bumps on her skin, 'she must be freezing', he thought.  

His finger's went to the hem of her jumper, and he stared at her face, waiting for her to spring to life and scream at him, then strangle him to the death. 

But she didn't even stir.  

He started to pull her jumper off of her and then he saw her sweat shirt hanging off of her shoulder, and he then put her moustache sweater next to him, then skilfully took off his Varsity Letter Man jacket and then put it over her.  

He grinned at his action, knowing he was probably really skilled at not waking the wicked bitch of the west.  

Suddenly, she stirred slightly and he stiffened.  

He stared at her, eyes wide as she moved from his shoulder and onto his chest.  

He sat there for a second, before wrapping his arm around the sleeping girl and pulling him into his lap.

She buried her head into his chest, and he just watched her.  

'Gosh, I feel like Edward Cullen' he grin's at himself.  

He sit's there for four hour's, before deciding he should head back to the bus.  

The rain was now just a light drizzle and he wrapped his arm's around the girl, who was almost dry now.

He hunched himself over the girl and covered her with his jacket, so she wouldn't get wet.   Zayn walked through the rain, that is starting to pick up and rain harder on him, but he didn't even take a notice as he rushed back to the tour bus.  

He finally saw the bus, his own clothe's dripping with water, and his hair was now just a pile of mush on his head.   He got to the door and kicked it, the door opened "Zayn?"

Zayn pushed past his band mate, Harry and then  walked over to 'Janes' couch and laid her gently down onto it.  

"Zayn, what happened?" Liam asked his friend slowly.  

"Uh, we went for a walk and got stuck in the down pour" Zayn answered, lying through his own teeth to one of his best friend's.He pushed his hand through his wet hair.  

"I'm going to have a shower.... Liam, can you put blankets on her? She might get a cold" he say's before going into the bathroom and locking the door, before anyone could do anything at all.  

Liam looked at the bath room door before chuckling "That boy's whipped"  

Louis giggled "He's worse than Liam"  

"Louis, you can't say that! Your pretty whipped, but I think Zayn beat's you this time...." Harry chuckle's.  

"What if he hurt's her though?" Niall speak's up for the first time.  

Everyone look's at him, besides the sleeping 'Jane'.  

"What do you mean, Niall?" Harry ask's, confused.  

"I think of her as my sister now, she may be a bit feisty, but I can see through all of that, she's trying to put on an act. But, you know Zayn's already taken, and I can tell she is starting to like him as well, what's going to happen if she meet's Perrie?"  

All of the boy's stood there for a moment, all taking in what Niall said.  

"Oh shit" Liam said. Everyone stared at him in shock.  

"We'll just have to see how it play's out" Harry pipe's up.  

"But, she'll get hurt, either way Harry" Louis say's,  he look's at the girl he hate's, but he has to admit to himself, he's starting to warm up to her.....  even though she's a bitch with an awful attitude problem.  

"Guy's, I'm not sure about you's, but i'm actually starting to like her company, it's weird, she keep's insulting us, but it's just becoming amusing now" Louis say's serious, everyone stare's at him weird.  

'What a weird night, Zayn going all caring on 'Jane', Liam swearing, Niall thinking of her as a sister, Louis is starting to enjoy the rebellious girl's presence, what's next? I thinking that she's actually a nice person? Yeah right' Harry chuckle's to himself.  

"But boy's, seriously though, what's going to happen? With Zayn? With Jane? With Perrie?"   

 "We'll just have to wait and see"  

*~*~* 'Janes' POV *~*~*  

I felt so warm, like I was floating on a warm cloud.

I buried my head into the softness, then sitting up. I looked around at the tour bus "Aww, fuck" I groaned and collapsed back onto my 'bed'.  

I sighed, wait... I looked down to see myself surrounded by at least twenty blankets, woah. Who stopped by blanket world and didn't invite me?

I sat up again and touched my head, no fever.   I checked my body, not in that way you nerves -.- I didn't have a fever, I wasn't cold, my throat wasn't in pain, my nose wasn't running of stuffy, I'M NOT SICK, BITCHES!  

I grin and stand up, stretching.... then I did a happy dance. No staying in bed for me XD   I hummed and opened the freezer and retrieved ice cream, such a healthy break fast.

I was sitting at the table thinking, I wonder how I got here?

Maybe Niall or Liam found Zayn and I and carried me back, since Zayn hate's my gut's.  

I wonder who?  

Hmmm....  

"What are you thinking so hard about?"  

"UGH!" I screamed and flew out of my chair and holding the spoon out as a weapon.  

"Oh... hey Niall"   

He grinned at me "Hey Jane" I narrowed my eyes at him, why is he soooo happy?  

"Why are you happy?"   

"Well, we're going Ellen!"   

"Good for you" I said, sitting down and eating my ice cream.  

"Any left?"  

"Probably not" I shrugged, looked at the tub and then shoved it over to him. 

I watched his face in amusement as it lit up and he practically stuck his face into the tub "So, who carried me to the bus last night?"  

"mmmpphhmphprreppmmp"   

"Speak English, please" I waited patiently for him to lick the tub clean.  

When he was finished he looked at me and grinned "Zayn did"  

I stare at him, then laugh "No, seriously?"  

"Zayn carried you back"  

What. The. Fuck.   

Someone walked in and we both turned our attention to Liam "Zayn's sick"  

"What?"  

"Zayn, he has a fever and a cold, he won't be able to go on Ellen"  

"Aww" Niall pouted.  

"Don't worry, management said that he can stay, and we can go"  

"Wait! Who will take care of the ass?"   Liam shrugged

"He can do it himself"   I turned my attention back to Niall, noticing ice cream on his noise, I got my sleeve and wiped it off the special kid.  

"Well, we gotta go now, come on Niall" Louis and Harry stumbled out of the bus tiredly and Liam looked at me.  

"Behave"  

"Bee-haaavvveee" I mimicked in a high voice.

He shut the door and I sat there...  

Crap, I feel guilty.

Why?  

Zayn's sick, and i'm not.   

But, he carried me home....

UGH, I fucking owe him!  

I stood up and walked slowly to their bunk bed's.

I looked at Zayn's bunk and saw him half under the blankets and half out of the blankets.  

I sighed and tucked him in properly, before touching his fore-head "Fuck" I whispered and walked into the bathroom, picking up Niall's shirt on the way there.  

I turned the cold water on and then folded it neatly up.   

I walked back to Zayn and put it on his fore head.  

looked around and noticed the tour bus in utter chaos.  

Fuck boy's.  

I started to clean, again.   

Why? Because I have a mental disorder called OCD, fucking sue me.  

I finished and went back to Zayn's side. I touched his fore head, seems to be going down, a bit.

  I picked the shirt up and went back into the bath room, wet the shirt and folded it back up neatly, then putting it back onto Zayn's head.  

I watched him for a second before turning and walking away. I looked at the stove, then pulled out a pot. I quickly googled my mum's recipe.

Then I started to get the ingredients, five stalks of Celery, which I diced.   Five large carrots, also diced.  

Five large cloves of garlic, and again, diced.  

One large onion, diced. Man, I am doing alot of dicing.  

Olive Oil.  

Cayenne pepper.  

Chicken breast and chicken broth.  

Penne Pasta.... i'm actually surprised the boy's even have this shit in their bus.  

I put it all in the pot and turned the stove on. I walked back to Zayn and grabbed the cloth, feeling his fore head, his temperature's going down! SUCCESS!  

I wet the cloth again and folded it onto his forehead. I went to the pot and stirred it, humming Christofer's new song, which isn't like is late work, but I think it's alright. 

  After half an hour, it was finished. I turned the stove off and then scooped some into a ball. I put some cold water into a glass, and grabbed some medicine, just in case.

  I went to his side and poked his cheek "Yo, ass hole, wakey wakey" I bit my lip, trying not to laugh

.   He groaned and rolled over "Dude, wake up or I won't help you"  

He turned over to me, the shirt falling off of his face and blinked at me tiredly "What?" he croaked.  

"Sit up babe" I instruct him, my motherly instincts kicking.  

He sat up and I sat on his bunk, and then picked the spoon up and put it to his mouth "Drink, or eat it whatever, I didn't poison it" he reluctantly opened his mouth and did what I told him too.

  "Good boy" I giggled.

He had THREE flipping bowls!  

I put the bowl in the sink, wet the shirt and walked back to him "Lie down" I whispered to him. He did and folded the shirt on his fore head and then stepped away.  

I turned to leave when he grabbed my hand "Stay" he croaked.

  I looked at him, searching for a reason to why he want's me to. I sat next to him awkwardly.

  After awhile, I think he's fallen asleep. I didn't move, I just started to hum the song, since I might have googled new releases on Niall's phone when he wasn't looking, and I fell in-love with it :)

  "What song are you humming?"  

I fell of the bunk, doing a little seizure dance while clutching my heart "Jebus Christ!" I stood up.   "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" I demanded him.  

"Maybe" I rolled my eyes.  

I walked away and laid down on my 'bed'... and wait for it.... I fell asleep :P  

*~*~*  

I woke up, by a cold blast of liquid hitting my face. I sat up and glared at the culprit, Zayn.  

That mother fucker's gonna die.  

He grinned at me "Get up, you've slept a day away"  

"Fuck you, ass hole"  

"You wish sweet heart"  

"Please, I would rather screw Justin Bieber"  

"Really? I didn't take you as that type of girl"

  "What type of girl?!"

  "The type that like's innocent guy's, you look more like a girl that like's the 'bad boy's'"

  "I am, that's why I said i'll screw Justin Bieber over you" I glared at him.  

He smirked "I'm The Bradford Bad Boi"  

"Yeah, well i'm Jane, the fuck off you stupid pedophile, girl"   

"What ever, slag"  

"Jerk face"   He walked away and I glared after him, what an ass.