You woke up in a white room, it was very quiet. You were laying down in a bed, but there wasn’t much else in the room. You didn’t recognize the room, and you were all alone. Then it all came back to you, and you got scared. Were you with Jessie or with Zayn? Was Zayn okay? You began to start to freak out. After about 20 minutes, you decided to get up off the very comfortable bed. You’d think that there would be a mirror or something. You slowly walk towards the door, and reach for the handle. But someone opens the door before you a chance to. It was Zayn, and you felt relief. “Oh, it’s you.” You didn’t know what else to do so you just hugged Zayn very tight. He hugged you back. “Is that a bad thing?” You laughed. “No, I’ve never been happier to see someone, and luckily it is you.” You smiled, and so did he. “What do you mean by luckily?” You had always liked Zayn. But it was okay that he only saw you as a best friend. “Yes, we’re best friends. I know I am safe now.” You put your hands on your head; you were starting to get lightheaded, so you thought it was time to rest, so you lay down.
“Yes, we are best friends, and I will always keep you safe. It’s been a couple days; I was starting to get worried.” He sat on the bed next to you. You were confused, “What are you talking about?” “You were passed out for about 2 days, maybe it’s been 3.” You must have been feeling better because a bunch of questions just popped into your head. “Where are we? This doesn’t look like your house. Where is Jessie? Did he hurt you? He didn’t hurt you did he? Is he hurt? I won’t ever see him again will I? What is going on?” You were so overwhelmed, and the look on Zayn’s face was just priceless. “Say one question at a time okay?” You nodded, “Are you okay?” You said, grabbing his hand with concern in your eyes. “Me? Am I okay? You’re asking me if I’m okay. You are the one who was passed out for a few days, and you’re worried about me?” He laughed. “I am fine.”
“I’m sorry it is just…” You weren’t thinking. Where was this going? “It is just what?” Zayn looked in the eyes. You couldn’t find the words to speak, so you just looked down at your hand and realized you were still holding Zayn’s hand from when you were being very concerned. You pulled your hand away very quickly, got up off the bed and stormed off. “Where are you going?” You heard Zayn yell, but you were already gone.
You have never ever been in this house, and it didn’t look familiar at all. You don’t even know why you left like that. You began to hear a phone ring. You soon realize that it is yours. But you missed the call, and it was a blocked number. At first you think nothing of it, but then they call you back. You reluctantly answer the phone, “Umm hello?” “Hi.” The voice was kind of creepy. “Who is this?” “My name does not matter. You will never know. But do want that pretty boy of yours to stay alive?” “Zayn! Oh my god, don’t hurt him. Please, I am begging you!” You began to cry your eyes out. “What do you want from me?” You could barely talk. “I want you to be my girlfriend what do you say?” The voice said. It was someone else, it was Zayn. “Zayn?” “Yes.” “Are you asking me out?” “Just answer the question.” “Yes, I will be your girlfriend. But wait I have a question…” “What is it babe?” “How big is this house?” “The biggest I’ve ever seen.” “Okay well, if you really want me to be your girlfriend, come find me.” You hung up the phone and ran, trying to find a place to hide.
You felt warm hands wrap around your waist. “Oh hey there, you found me.” You assumed that it was Zayn. You snaked away from his arms, and walked straight to the door and locked it, just in case. You slowly turn around with a smirk on your face. And you soon realize that the guy you just trapped yourself in a room with is not Zayn.
