"You told me to stay away from you but now you want me to build a camp with you. Are you crazy or I am?" I ask Zayn, following him as he carries the supplies and I just keep on rambling behind him for his behaviour earlier.

I can't even believe that instead of going with Harrison, I'm following this rude person who keeps on walking and ignoring me as if I don't exist. I still don't know why I'm not turning back and joining Harrison, but instead accompanying this idiot.

"You are," he answers along with a chuckle, without looking at me, making me let out a gasp as I stop in my tracks and grab a small stick from the ground, throwing it on him.

He stops as well and turns around to look at me with wide eyes.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He asks with wide eyes and I give him a weird look.

"Are you serious? This stick can hardly cause harm to someone. Unless you're an ant, are you?" I fold my arms on my chest, as I raise one of my eyebrow at him.

"If you were attempting to make a joke, it sucked or- how much did you drink?" He asks me, ignoring my question.

"I'm not drunk and with this attitude of yours-you know what, I'm going!" I announce, turning around to leave but his voice stops me, and I slightly smirk to myself but don't turn around to face him.

"You're not going anywhere near Harrison. Turn around and let's go. We have to build this thing." He quickly says from behind, and I give out a sigh before turning around to face him. He gives me a blank look before again start walking and I follow him until we join other students building their tents.

Zayn quickly takes out the supplies and starts working on the tent where as I stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do. I've never gone for camping before.

"Are you going to help me or just drool at my tattoos?" His voice is low as he speaks without making eye contact with me, his eyes fixed on the tent in front of him.

I awkwardly cough, coming out from my trance, and ask him what help he needs.

Earlier he had taken off his brown leather jacket, showing off his biceps covered with tattoos in his white tank top, and I don't know what happened to me that I zoned out at that time or maybe just kept staring at him quietly, watching him build the tent.

Was I checking him out?

"Earth to Maire," Zayn's voice again interupts my thoughts as I slightly shake my head at my thoughts.

"Pass me that stick," he says and I nod,  walking over to the supplies and passing him the stick, my eyes on his face as he slightly pouts his lips, looking at the tent in a thought; deciding what to do next. His eyes travel all around the thing he is building, as I continue studying his facial features.

He takes the stick from my hand, adjusting it beneath the cloth but he seems to be having difficulty in holding the stick and the cloth of tent at the same time so I step forward.

"I'll hold it," I say, and he drops the stick on the ground, reaching out for my hand as he grabs it and replaces his hand on the cloth with mine.

When he pulls back his hand, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. His touch leaves a weird sensation on my hand. I know I sound crazy but I don't have words to express what I felt right now.

He again grabs the stick and other neccessary stuff from the ground, completing the tent in a while, with my help too but mostly it was all his work while I kept staring at him like an idiot I am.

"Wow. It's done!" I grin, stepping backwards to take a better look at the tent and notice a smirk on Zayn's face from the corner of my eyes.

"Maire you did it. Wow, thank you so much for building this." His sarcastic comment leaves his mouth, making me groan slightly as I turn around to face him. He gives me a smirk, running his tongue inside his cheek.

"Yeah yeah, I know I didn't do anything but hey- I passed you that stick..and um, held the cloth and uh...yeah whatever. You did it all." I say, throwing my hands in the air in defeat, hearing him laugh at me. I bite my lip, lowering my face, slightly tilting it to look at him laughing at me, causing a smile to appear on my lips.

"Thank you for passing me that stick, Maire." He says while laughing, and I smack him in the arm, lightly laughing and then finally joining him.

Our gazes meet, and his laughter fades slowly but a smile stays on his face as he watches me closely, making me stop and nervously look at him with a light smile on my face.

"You should laugh often, you look good." He softly compliments, before slightly clearing his throat and walking inside the tent to put the sleeping bags inside.

I smile to myself at his words, feeling my cheeks-

No! I'm going to blush. The crimson red colour appearing on my face is something which embarrasses me a lot, and if Zayn sees this, he will probably make fun of me.

"Stop blushing and help me with setting these things or are you still going to gush about passing me that stick?" His voice comes from inside the tent along with light laughter, making me slightly squeal in embarrassment as I bite the insides of my cheeks.

He's not going to let it go.

I carry my bag inside the tent, and place my things on the left side when it hits me.

I'm going to share this tent with him? With Zayn? Shit- we'll be sleeping together in this small thing?

"So you find it better sleeping next to Harrison than me?" He questions, making me furrow my eyebrows at him. The playfull look on his face has disappeared as he raises his eyebrow at me, waiting for my answer. I think I again spoke aloud instead of keeping my thoughts to myself.

"No, I didn't think about it in that way.." I trail off, running a hand in my hair as I try my best not to react on his question.

"Maire?" A familiar deep voice from outside catches our attention, as I turn my head to see Harrison's silhoutte standing outside our tent. I glance over at Zayn who watches me with his eyebrow arched up as if giving me a warning look but I sigh and shake my head to myself, getting out of the tent to come face to face with Harrison who smiles at me.

"Hey.." I trail off returning a smile to him as he mutters a 'hey' to me too.

"Um, I was wondering if you'd like to go for a walk?" He asks slowly, looking at me with hopeful eyes as I tuck my hands in the back pockets of my jeans, standing on tip toes, slightly pouting my lips before answering him.

"Yeah," I whisper and he nods with a smile. I get back inside the tent, grabbing my denim jacket and ignoring Zayn's gaze burning through me.

"Stay," Zayn's voice comes out barely audible but I catch the word, making my heart flutter and I purse my lips together, taking a deep breathe and dart my eyes towards him.

"Um, I'm just going for a walk..." I whisper and watch him give out a loud sigh, closing his eyes as he lies on his sleeping bag, not making eye contact with me anymore or saying anything.

I wear my jacket, and head to the exit of the tent when his words stop me for a while.

"Just-just be careful."

• • • •

"This is a really beautiful place," I say, while walking on the bridge with Harrison beside me. He seems to be quiet now since it's just two of us right now, all of the other students are resting in their camps like decided by the coach and we are pretty much away from all of them.

Harrison's hand quickly wraps around my waist, turning me around as he pulls me closer to his body and I look at him in shock before he presses his lips against mine, and I gasp. I try to push him away, but his other hand finds it's way to my jacket as he pulls it off and yanks it away from my body.

"Harrison st-stop!" I protest but he doesn't pay attention to me, and pulls me as close to him as possible, attaching his lips to my neck but I continuously try to push him away. Ofcourse he is stronger than me, he's an athlete.

Even if I scream for help, I know no one would be here to help me since we are too far from everyone else. Tears begin to fall from my eyes as he yanks my shirt away from my body, making me scream and turn around, covering my body with my hands.

"Don't be so difficult, Maire, c'mon." He speaks with a cold chuckle taking steps towards me but I begin to run away from him, causing him to speed up and grab me from my hair, turning me around. He grabs both of my hands in his to stop my effort of fighting back.

"SOMEBODY HELP!" I cry out for help, breaking into whimpers and sobs, hearing Harrison chuckle against my neck.

"No one's going to hear you out here, Maire." He coldly chuckles, his hands trailing all over my body making me feel disgusted in myself before his head yanks backward and his body falls on the floor.

"You fucking asshole!" My eyes widen once I see Zayn growl at Harrison, pinning him to the floor of the bridge.

Zayn throws a punch in Harrison's face, making him groan as Harrison tries to fight back by turning over and pinning Zayn against the floor and climbing over him to punch him in the face.

I watch the two throw punches at each other in shock, with tears brimming from my eyes and my breathing getting heavier as I feel my heart sinking into my chest. I walk over to the side of the bridge, grabbing my T-shirt and throwing it over my body, resting myself against the railing of the bridge as I keep panting for air.

I turn my head to look at Zayn and Harrison who are fighting with each other with my blurred vision. Placing my hand on my chest, I try to take deep breathes; the panic taking over me.

"St-stop.." my word comes out as a barely audible whisper between the two of them cussing and yelling at each other.

"Z-Zayn!" I yell, once I feel my breathing completely losing, making his head turn around as he in on top of Harrison who is lying on the floor with blood dripping from his mouth and nose.

Zayn quickly gets up from Harrison and runs over to me when I fall on the floor of the bridge, and he bends over to me, resting my back against his chest.

"Mair-"

"Pan..ick.. atta-" before I can even complete my sentence, his lips press against mine.

~*~

What did I just write? (Unedited)
Mairrison is dead.

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