A/N: Wahey I have all my essays done that are due before Easter so I can afford myself time to write. Hopefully updates should be quicker for the next few weeks.

Chapter Six

Syed almost threw the phone to the ground in shock and horror at what he had read. What did it mean? He looked back at the message to see what the number was but he didn't recognise it. He felt nervous, he didn't like the thought of someone watching him. He wandered over to the window to see if there was anyone stood outside but the street was empty. This made him even more worried.

"Are you coming back to bed?" He heard Christian ask from behind him. "It's cold without you."

"In a minute," Syed replied without turning to face Christian. He didn't want to worry him too.

"Are you okay?" Christian came up behind Syed and wrapped his arms around him waist. He placed a gentle kiss on Syed's neck. "You're tense."

"I'm okay," Syed lied. "Just can't sleep."

"I could help with that," Syed could feel Christian smile into his neck. It helped him relax slightly but couldn't appease his sense of worry. "Come on," Christian took Syed's hand and led him back to bed.

Syed didn't sleep at all, he just couldn't stop worrying about the text message he had received. He lay there for the rest of the night, his mind going round and round in circles trying to think of who would send such a thing.

Although Syed had tried to hide it, Christian noticed that something was wrong with him. He just didn't know what it was. Maybe Syed was having second thoughts about them being together again. He decided they needed to talk.

"Sy, what's wrong?" He asked as he watched Syed robotically make two cups of coffee. He looked exhausted, his eyes drooped heavily and his posture hunched.

"Nothing's wrong," he tiredly replied. His demeanour didn't even try to hide the fact that something was wrong.

"Stop lying, Sy, I can see there's something wrong. Are you regretting us?"

"No," Syed replied immediately without any hesitation. "I could never regret being with you."

"Then what is it?"

Syed sighed and handed Christian a cup of coffee. He sat in the seat opposite him and ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't know what to say.

"You were so happy last night. What's changed?"

"It's not you, you have to know. I feel so happy to have you back in my life."

"But..."

"No buts, never for that. I don't know if I should tell you. I might be overreacting about it."

"What is it? Just tell me Sy."

"I got a text last night," he told Christian as he found the message on his phone and handed it to Christian. "It just made me feel uneasy."

"Do you know who sent it?" Christian asked, forcing himself to remain calm even though he felt so angry at whoever it was who had upset Syed so much he wanted to kill them.

"No, I don't recognise the number."

"Is that the only one?"

"So far. I'm scared, Christian."

"Hey," Christian grasped hold of Syed's hand to comfort his lover. "Don't worry, it's probably nothing."

"What if it is something though?"

"Then we'll deal with it once we know more," Christian replied. He could see the worried look in Syed's eye and he wanted to do nothing more than make it all go away. But he couldn't. All he could do was stand by Syed and make him feel safe. "Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"

"Yes," Syed nodded. "That would be good."

"Okay. I have a couple of clients to see today and I have to go home to pick up some clean clothes. Will you be okay while I'm gone?" Christian asked. Syed hesitated for a moment before nodding unsurely.

"I'll have to be," he told Christian.

"I'll be as quick as I can," Christian said as he leaned in and kissed Syed before standing up. "I know you don't really want to go back but if this does get any worse then you're coming back to Walford with me."

"If things get really bad then I'm inclined to agree with you," Syed half joked.

"Love you," Christian gave Syed one final kiss before he left the flat.

Syed felt uncomfortable being here on his own. Part of him wanted to get out of there, to run and not look back but the other part of him just wanted to crawl under the covers and hide until Christian returned. The hiding part of him won in the end and he dragged himself back to his room and buried himself under the duvet, breathing in the scent of Christian that had been left behind. It seemed to comfort him.

He must have fallen asleep because Syed was woken a little while later by the sound of breaking glass. He flung back the covers and ran into the living room. There was glass all over the floor.

"Ah," Syed cried out as he felt some glass cut through the sole of his foot. He jumped back and almost fell to the floor. He hobbled over to the sofa and surveyed the damage. The glass wasn't deeply embedded in his foot so it was easy to pull out. Didn't stop it from hurting like hell though.

Syed reached over and grabbed some tissues to try to stop the bleeding. What the hell had happened? From his position on the sofa he looked around the room to see what had smashed through his window. He saw it was a brick with something attached to it.

Wincing in pain, he limped back across the room and picked up the brick. He unwrapped the paper attached to it. It read:

I'm watching you. Don't think you can hide from me

Syed threw the paper to the floor as if it had just burned him. Tears formed in his eyes as he grabbed his phone and dialled Christian's number.

"Hello?" He heard Christian's voice on the other end.

"I got another message," Syed cried.

"When?"

"Just now. Whoever it is threw a brick through my window. Christian, I'm really scared now. This person has my mobile number, they know where I live."

"Syed, pack your things now. I'm coming to pick you up and I'm taking you back to mine. You're not safe there. I'll be there as quick as I can."

"Okay," Syed replied in a small voice. He was too scared to protest. He just wanted to get out of the flat as quickly as possible.

"Sy?" Christian called out as he opened the door of the flat. He looked shocked at the broken glass strewn all over the floor.

"I'm in the bathroom," Syed called back, his voice sounded tired and scared. Christian followed the voice until he was facing Syed. He was sitting on the edge of the bath with his foot in his hands.

"Are you okay?"

"I cut my foot on the glass."

"Are you okay? Is it deep?"

"It's okay, just hurts."

"Let me take a look at it," Christian kneeled down to get a closer look. "It doesn't look to bad. Are you okay to walk on it?"

"I'll be okay. I just want to get out of here."

"Come on, I'll help you out," Christian helped Syed to his feet and supported him as they left the flat.

He watched them as they left the flat together arm in arm and felt an intense surge of jealousy and rage course through his body. Syed was supposed to be his not that other guy. He didn't know who he was but he hated him already.

He was going to have some fun with this. He had seen how scared Syed had looked when he left and it sent a chill of pleasure down his spine. He smiled to think that he had caused that fear in him, it gave him a great sense of control.

Syed would be his eventually, he just didn't know it yet.