Steve was now sleeping away in the chair he'd placed beside Cindy's bed and I took it as an opportunity to sneak out and do what I'd been intending to do for a while now. Walking to one of the attached balconies, I welcomed the cold Chicago wind and let it clear my head. I had my phone clutched in my hand determinedly and as I turned it on, I thought for the nth time about what I was doing. No, I told myself, now wasn't the time to let my pride get in the way. I had to do this.
I dialed his number and waited for him to answer. Surprisingly even though it was nearly four in the morning, he answered on the second ring. I ignored the tingles that spread through my body as I heard his voice, doused with sleep and an unnerving amount of concern.
“Oh thank god, Amelia are you okay?” Zayn aske
