Chapter five

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Max from The Wanted POV:

As much as I really don't want to be here right now, I am. The party is just like any other party: the music to loud, and drunken idiots all over the place. I am surprised there is even a party at Liam's house, seeing that he is the only mature one out of the group. I do not fancy the other band, I think they act like five year old's. Well, okay I fancy one of them... I am completely, erotically, officially in love with one.

"Watch it." I growl, shoving a drunk guy off of me. He glares and mutters something before stumbling off somewhere in the house. I return my thoughts back to the dark skinned beauty. His perfectley styled hair, honey brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, and those light pink pouty lips. Yeah I am in love with Zayn Malik, sue me! I know that I was really tough on him, I only did it because I thought it would help my feelings disapear. But now, he hates me so much.

"What in hell are you doing here?" I hear his sweet voice call from behind me. I turn to stare the perfect male before me.

"I, uh..." I stutter, trying to come up with a reason. But the way he is staring at me, sends my heart beating fast, and my palms sweating.

"You, uh what?" He quizzes stepping closer to me.

"I er, wanted to make sure that you didn't leave out any bombs." I growl in reply. I hate doing this, I just cant let him know yet though. His brown eyes darken, flashing with hurt.

"Fuck off man!" He yells, his voice seeming ten times louder than the music.

"Not yet, I have to warn people about the terroistic threat you are. Haven't been blowing anything up lately have you little Zanie?" I respond, urging my voice to stay strong.

"You bloody bastard!" A voice screams at me. I turn and before I could blink Louis pounds me in the face knocking me to my knees.

"The hell Louis?" Zayn yells astounded. I look up at the two of them, confused. Louis's jaw and fist are clenched, while Zayn's mouth hangs open.

"He cant insult you like that and get away with it." Louis huffs before dragging Zayn out of the room with him.

"Why can't anything just go right for once?" I ask myself softly. No one hears me, actually no one pays me the slightest attention. There is probably over ten people in here with me, and it is pretty light. But everyone just seems to shuffle around, lost in worlds unknown. I try to stand, but someone crashes into me, pinning me into the scratchy carpet.

"Get off!" I yell to the oblivious drunk, who just seems to ignore me.

"Want to play a game?" A deep familiar masculine voice hisses into my ear.

"What?" I ask, before he jabs his knee into my spine. As I start to groan in pain, its drowned out by a harsh laugh. I stare out around the room, my vision becomes blurry.

"Help?" I pleadingly yell. The people around me only keep dancing, oblivious to my pain, deaf to my pleading screams.

"Now, come on! That isn't very good sportsman ship. This is one of my favorite games, and you are such a good contestant for it. I am going to stab you, over and over. If you dont respond in any way, I will let you get up. But the more you thrash and moan, the harder and slower I will stick you. Welcome lucky contestant number one!" The slithery voice crawls around the room.

"Please.." I moan. I feel a sharp jab in my lower back. I buck up in response, feeling the blade dig deeper into my skin. I thrash wildly around, but it only makes everything worse. It seems to excite my attacker, he starts stabbing me repeatedly. Moisture leaks  from between my lips, staining the white carpet below me red. Tears stream down my face, as I recall everything that has ever happend to me. With each jab, I see an old face, an old memory. I cant feel anything anymore, but sleep is upon me. I didn't want to die, but it is way to late for that now.

"Well damn. You excited me so much, that I didn't get to take my time with you. You naughty boy, you. Anyways, thank you for such an excellent time tonight." He whispers into my ear. "It is time for me to go though. I am so very sorry that I have to cut this short. Goodbye Max."

"I love Zayn, I never got to tell him how perfect he is to me," I moan through clenched teeth. I feel the blade slide across my throat. The blood draining my body, the life literally draining me. The room slips away from my sight, leaving me with the everlasting sound of its chuckling haunting me to my grave.

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