Let Me Love You - One Direction

Chapter 2

I don’t know any Zayn’s. Was that code for Nyaz? No, it can’t be… that’s an even weirder name. Unless I mean it could be the first letter of each of his na—

“HOLY FUCK!” I screamed out loud to no one. “I KNOW A ZAYN! ZAYN FUCKING MALIK!!!” and I was now really freaking out. Like drunk freaking out. I was all over the place, between being a crazed fangirl and wanting to kill him. I don’t like being all over the place. I am calm and strait forward. Not an emotional roller coaster, like my ex-bestfriend Lauren.

I chuckled at the thought. Lauren was a sweet girl but she took everything way too seriously. Jokes and sarcasm were real things. Like if I said I’m super happy to be here with a sarcastic tone, to her, I was REALLY happy to be here. But then, she just took things too far. That happened, and she was pissed. She over reacted, but blamed everything on me. She bad mouthed me to the entire school. Took all my stuff from my locker. Slept with my boyfriend. I was at a party, on my way to get even when THIS happened. God damn you Lauren. If you didn’t over react, I wouldn’t be handcuffed to a pole!!

But, because I was in this place, I just wanted to hug her. I wanted to hug her and cry and just thank her for hating me. Because anything is better than this. As much as I disliked her right now, I wouldn't want her handcuffed to a pole.

And speaking of being handcuffed, I can’t feel my right wrist anymore. It’s broken. I can just tell. It’s bent in the wrong position, and there is blood everywhere. I hate blood. Ewwwww. I really hope Zayn-fucking-Malik comes back soon. I have to pee. And with that thought, I fell into a restless sleep.

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I woke up to foot steps. “Who’s there?” I called out. I really have no clue why I did that. It’s not like it’s my house. And there is only going to be one person to come and get me.

I hope.

“Me.” Zayn said. Finally! My bladder is ready to burst.

“Zayn-fucking-Malik. Come here. My wrist is broken and my bladder is ready to be released.” I said to him, staring him down.

“Your not going any where. Pee if you have to.” Zayn chuckled. He though I was joking. He started to leave.

“Zayn wait! My wrist is really broken! Just come look.” I was desperate. I didn’t want to be locked away in the cellar so soon.

“If I find out your lying, both of your wrists are going to be broken.” Zayn muttered, turning around. He walked over. “I guess you weren’t lying.”

“I told you.” I said to him, smug. Wrong move. 

“NEVER, EVER talk back to me. Understood?” He asked me. I nodded, not saying anything. If I could only see my refection. I know I’m all black and blue, and make up has run. I look like a whore who got an abusive person for her one-night-stand.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt my wrist. It was on fire! But it was only Zayn moving it. “Don’t… touch… it…. Please!!” I half yelled, half whispered.

“I’m gonna take you to the hospital. But to make sure you won’t do anything, your gonna were this.” He told me, and put a cartilage earring in. Damn. There would be no way to get that out with only one hand. “This has a tracking device in it. So you can’t run from me.” He smirked again.

“And what if I try to say you kidnapped me?” I wanted to see how much I could get away with. He gave me an evil eye. I guess not that far.

“I’ll say we got in a car crash and you delusional. And plus you won’t do that, will you?” I gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Of course. I would never want to run away from Zayn from One Direction!” He grimaced. “Do you ‘friends’ know that you kidnapped me? I bet they’ll help me get away!” 

“Not a word to my friends. Understood? Or I will make it that you can never walk again.” I nodded. “Let’s go” Zayn said.

"But Zayn!" I cried out, "I still have to pee." He turned around.

"You are not a guest in this house yet. That is something that has to be earned. But because you have been rude and disrespectful to me, you can either go right here or hold it in." I'm still not a guest? So what am I, a prisnoner?

"Yes" I guess I said that outloud. "yes" Zayn said again chuckling. That was the first time I saw him laugh. It was nice.

"You still need to make your choice." Zayn cut into my mind. I sighed, knowing what I had to do.

And in front of Zayn Malik, I wet myself.