Let Me Love You - One Direction

Chapter 1

The last thing I remember before blacking out was his eyes. And a cloth being put of my mouth. And then…….. nothingness.

 Next thing that happened was being locked up to a pole. The handcuffs were super tight and almost impossible to move. No, wait, it was impossible to move. I tried standing up, and I was yanked back down the handcuffs. And I felt a searing pain in my leg. I cried out, and then shut up quickly. Now my, my whoever he or she was, knew I was awake. They could come down here at any moment and do anything to me. Kill me, rape me, beat me, humitate me me, you get the idea.

 Then I heard footsteps. Oh my god, the fucking =person is going to kill me. Oh shit, shit shit shit SHIT!

Then he was right in front of my face. Well, I think it’s a he, at least. There were no boobs, and no long hair under the black ski mask. He slowly shook his head at me, and then before I could blink, I felt a searing pain on my check. He slapped me. He fucking slapped me! What did I do? I was just sitting here... But then he anwsered my question. 

“Now sweetheart, don’t try to escape, you have no where to run to. You know no one here and you have no money. And plus, you’ll break yourself before you get out of this basement.” A man said in a deep, husky voice. Yep it was a guy, and from what I can tell, he was a hot one at that.

“Where the fuck am I?” I asked, trying to keep my voice under control. He was NOT going to think he had any power over me.

"You, my dear, are in a little place called Presteigne. In Powys.” He replied, with a seductive tone.

“And where is Powys?” I asked back, calm again.

“In England, the UK, across the pond, you know, whatever you Americans call it.” He had an edge to his voice. I guess he didn’t like not getting a reaction out of me.

“I’m in England.” It was a question, but I posed it as a statement. That was a bad thing to do.

The guy freaked. Like seriously freaked. He started screaming, and throwing stuff, and hitting me. Lord, I was going to have serious bruises tomorrow. Well, that's if I even make it to tommorrow.

“Why the FUCK can’t I get a reaction out of YOU?” He screamed at me. Smack. “Everyone CRIES!!! Everyone but YOU!” Smack. “Why cant you just CRY?” Smack, smack, smack.

That’s when I lost it. I broke down and started crying. No sobs, just tears streaming down my face. The guy looked over, all frantic, and then saw me. Then he did the unthinkable. He smirked and laughed. He laughed. At the sight of my crying.

 “I told you, I’d get a reaction out of you. It just took longer then I thought.” The guy said.

“What do you want with me?” I asked all desperate. I gave up on the keep calm and give him no reaction plan. He already won.

“You don’t remember me, Sarah?” he asked

“H-how do you know my name?” I stuttered. I was totally freaked out know.

"D-do y-you stutter m-much?" The man mimicked me. I glared at him.

“Aw, Sarah, you don’t remember me? Not one teeny tiny little bit? Well, I guess I’ll just have to leave you here to think about it some more.” He smirked.

He started walking away. “Wait!” I yelled. He stopped. “At least tell me your name!”

“Zayn.”

Zayn’s POV

Huh. Last time I saw her she was a lot smarter than that. She knew not to get me mad, and to show some emotion. Not this time though. Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid girl. And now she was going to pay for it.

I had to change out these clothes before I met the lads. Louis would totally frown on my fashion since. Oh well, I had to make sure she did recognize me until I wanted her to.

I ducked into my changing room. Shit, I have to meet the lads in 2 minutes. I saw Louis’ black and white stripped shirt and threw it on. And then I saw some printed pants. I don’t know whose they are, but I’m wearing them. And then I grabbed my favorite red vans and rushed out. Hey, I made it before Niall. Well this is a first.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” I asked them.

“Hey Zaynie. Nothing re—IS THAT MY SHIRT?” Louis screamed. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

“Calm down Lou. It’s only a shirt. And does any one know who’s jeans these are? I’m at loss here.” I asked them

“Their mine,” Niall said, walking into the room with Micky D’s. What a surprise.

“You did NOT just say that borrowing my shirt with my consult isn’t a big deal!” Louis screeched. Oh my god, he was being such a girl. I jumped on his back.

“We must fight for Narnia!” I yelled. The lads laughed and played along. It was good to be home.