The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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Tw: Violence. 

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Zayns POV:

My eyes are shut as I fall in and out of consciousness and all I hear are the occasional drops of blood as they splatter on the floor beneath me. 

I don't know where Niall is but right now I could not be more grateful. My days, weeks, maybe even months have morphed into one long, endless, painful day. Blood is matted to my hair and I'm pretty sure my nose is broken. 

I tried telling him to leave my money maker alone. . .but he didn't like that and hit me so hard I heard the pop so loud my ears began to ring. 

Some clueless member of the cartel, whose name I've already forgotten now watches me while Niall is out doing God knows what.

My peace and quiet don't last long when the silence is interrupted by the creaks of the metal door, Niall's footsteps soon follow. Got I hate the sound of his footsteps. 

"Is he out?" he asks the watchdog. 

"I think so." he replies and it's so hard not to laugh at his answer. 

"What do you mean you think so. It's not fucking rocket science. Is he out or not?" he yells at the man. I think daddy had a bad day today. 

"Yes, he's asleep." the man fumbles out and the sound of Niall dropping his gun on the metal table echoes through the large empty room. 

"Why are you still standing here? Get the fuck out of my face." the man wastes no time before I hear fast footsteps get quieter and quieter until I hear nothing at all. 

The sound of his footsteps sounds and I notice they don't sound like his usual heavy steps, no they sound quieter as if he's wearing sneakers instead of his special steeled-toed boots. 

I pretend to be asleep unsure why he asked the guard in the first place. He lifts my head up and I keep my eyes shut, my head limps as he picks it up and drops it soon after. 

Fucking ow. So aggressive. 

I even out my breathing, making it seem like I'm in a deep slumber as opposed to listening to his every movement. 

See I was never the brains of the operation, I'm more the muscle man so to speak. That was all Haven, always was, so coming up with a plan of any sort proves to be a bit difficult. 

And right now this is the best I've come up with so far. 

"Malcolm, we have a problem." he speaks quietly into the line, but loud enough for me to hear. 

"They lost him." lost who, I think to myself, eagerly listening. 

"Lost who?" I can hear Malcolm loud and clear as he yells I'm guessing into Niall's ear. Point to Malcolm, he just knows me so well. 

"Zayn's little boyfriend. We had a trail on him but then they lost him. We don't know where he is." my breath hitches. 

We don't know where he is. The words bounce around in my head and my stomach drops. 

If I thought my hope was running low, that statement alone replenished it. They don't know where he is? How is that possible? Where is he? Millions of questions run through my mind and I find it hard to focus on Niall's words when my heart pounds in my ears. 

I can only hope that wherever Cam is he's safe. I never thought I'd say this but I hope I never see him again. I hope he forgets I ever existed and moves on to live a safe and happy life. He's given me enough love to last a lifetime and I will forever remember him, after all, he was it for me. But I'd rather not love at all than watch the man I can't live without being put in danger.