He's Coming//H.S and Z.M

Favor

☠EDITED☠

For all you who said, HARRY...wrong.

Edit on side by me. Not my best but aye(:

Chapter 41:

Catherine's POV:

My eyes widen and so do Kendall's. The gun is thrown from her hand and she's thrown to the ground.

I stay in my seat, frightened as I see Zayn straddling her. She tries to shimmy away, but he presses his knees into her arms.

She squeals in pain, and Zayn rolls his eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

Something's off about him...

She looks at me for help.

No, my mind says. But I have the urge to help her.

He uses his finger to trace her cheek.

She might've been about to kill me...but I'm better than that. Maybe I can threaten her to leave me alone forever?

I see silent tears fall down her cheeks as he licks her cheek. My mind goes off in millions of directions as his usually short nails turn into long sharp ones.

She screams as he traces from her breasts to the bottom of her stomach. "Interesting to see you, Kendall. I've been waiting for you for awhile. I have a place right for you. We'll have so much fun, darling." His voice is not full with his usual sarcastic attitude, just plain evil.

"Zayn..." I plead.

His head snaps to me, making me cringe. "But, wouldn't I be doing you a favor, princess? I mean, she tried to kill you."

"Zayn, that gives you no reason to kill her! Leave her alone and get out!" I scream.

He pouts, "Change of heart, Catherine? What a shame."

Zayn starts standing up and I sign with relief. My eyes widen as I see Zayn fall back onto Kendall, claws puncturing into her chest.

Her eyes widen and she lets out a scream of pain as he rips her organs out.

She could've just left. He could've just threatened her.

He walks up to me and crouches down next to me.

"You killed her." I say in disbelief.

"I'm sorry," he grins. "I slipped."

I look up at him, anger in my eyes. "Why?"

He just shakes his head, wide grin on his face. "You should be thanking me, Catherine. I saved your ass. But of course, you don't care. You only care about peoples life's."

He mocks me in a girly voice, and I glare at him, "She was going to kill me. But you are a better person then that, Zayn! You could've just threatened her!"

He strokes my face, "I very well could've, dear. But that's not my style. Plus, I did this for you..."

I scoff in disgust as he laughs, "If you did this for me, bring her back please?"

He shakes his head, "No."

"Why not? You could bring her back, please Zayn?"

"I could bring her back, easily actually. But I will not."

"But Zayn, you said you did this for me! Do this for me!"

He looks me straight in the eyes, "This really wasn't for you, Catherine. I did this for myself."