Chapter Eighteen

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What? Where am I? "Harry?"
"Don't worry Lee, I'm here." A strange, yet familiar voice says.

Wait, no one knows my nickname except for...

"Colin? Is that really you?" I question. "Yes, baby it's me. I'm back, and I'm better than ever." He whispered.

No! I kick my foot straight up, but I don't hit anything. That's when I notice the blindfold over my eyes. My hands are tied back, and I'm defenseless.

"What do you want?" I cry. "I want you. I thought that would be obvious..." I can almost see the smirk that is aligning his evil face.

"Please, let me go." I plead, knowing he won't. It was still worth a try.

"Just let me have what I want... What I own..." His gruff voice makes me tremble, I smell his sour breathe close to me. His hands reaching my shorts, I try and make him stop but it's futile.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off of her!" Another voice yells. British....

A strong force pulls Colin off of me and I breathe a sigh of relief. I didn't want that to happen again. Apparently the apocalypse doesn't stop crimes.

I hear something hit another object hard, with a grunt. Who ever that is must have knocked out Colin.

"Are you okay?" I hear the voice approaching me, at a fast rate. "I am now, please don't hurt me..." I let the tears stream down my face.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you." His strong hands pull the blindfold off my head.

It takes a while for my eyes to adjust... But when they do I see a very familiar person. "Zayn! I thought I would never see you again." I cry, holding onto him as he unties my hands. "Sh, it's okay. I'm here. Harry's here, he's outside waiting for us." He comforts.

Authors Note
I had to upload something for Zayn. I can't believe he actually left One Direction. Wow. It was really hard to update this, and I hope you understand. I decided that Zayn is going to be in this book for a long time, he's not going to die. I'm going to make this book to remember him. He may not be in One Direction anymore, but he will always be a part of our hearts. He still makes up 1/5 of, my heart.

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