Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 5

I quickly scurried into the bathroom. I frantically searched through the cabinets until I found what I needed. Cups. They were the small, mouth rinse type cups, but they would do.

I filled one of them with water, and then slowly brought it over to the open doorway of my room. I poured it all over the ground on to the space where you first walk through the door.

Was my plan even going to work?

"Hey! Can someone come up here for a second? I have a question!" I called from my room.

I heard chairs shuffling, and then finally a single pair of footsteps coming up the stairs.

I held the door open like I was gesturing for someone to come in. I had one hand on the knob, and the rest if my body was inside my room.

"Hi! I have a question about the jacuzzi..." I started, ushering him closer to my room.

It was Zayn. I recognized him when he reached the top step. He was close to my room now. Please have everything go right! Please!

When he first stepped into my room, standing in the doorway, he looked down in confusion, realizing he was standing in a puddle of water. I took that as an opportunity to promptly slam the door in his face. He noticed it coming and went to take a step back. He luckily slipped on the water I put on the ground, crashing down to the ground with a loud thump.

He groaned from the ground. I quickly knelt beside him. I lifted his head off the ground, roughly by his hair. Then, I forcefully smashed his head down, hard, against the floor.

I looked away for a second, and let his hair go. Just in case, I peeked underneath his head. No blood. That's a good sign. All I did was knock him out cold.

Here's where the acting skills come in.

"OH MY GOSH! GUYS! ZAYN JUST HIT HIS HEAD ON THE GROUND...HARD. I THINK HE'S UNCONSCIOUS!" I screeched from my room.

Did I sound surprised? Did I truly sound concerned?

When I hear rushing feet pounding up the stairs, I knew I had succeeded.

The boys stopped when they saw Zayn, then stepped over his body and into my room.

"He's definitely unconscious," Louis said, inspecting Zayn's limp body.

"What happened?" Liam said, furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"I'm sorry guys! I'm a klutz! I spilled water all over the floor! I'm not smooth at all. Zayn slipped on it when he came in, before I could even dry the water!" I said, breathing heavily to seem even more convincing.

"Are you sure?" Liam asked. Oh no...was the not believable?!

"Yeah. I was standing right near the door. He tried to grab on to it, but it totally backfired, and he went down even harder," I explained, moving my hands rapidly around in a fake, panicking motion.

"Alright, come on," Harry muttered, as he and Niall picked Zayn up by the arms and legs.

"Bring him to his room," Louis ordered.

The boys did as they were told, and scuttled over to Zayn's room.

"We have to dry this up before someone else gets hurt," Liam said, walking to my bathroom and returning with two purple towels. One for me and one for him.

Louis just watched at Liam and I dried the last of the intentional water spill.

Mission accomplished.

Zayn won't forget what I did to him though. He'll remember when he wakes up. It's only a matter of a time now, before he wakes up and comes after me.