Let Me Love You - One Direction

Chapter 7

**Sarah’s POV**

            Someone’s hand clamped over my mouth and eyes. I was tilted backwards, and someone started to drag me backwards. That’s when I freaked out. I trashed, kicked, kneed, and bite whatever I could. The hands dropped, the person started tending to his bite marks. I was running, when I heard footsteps behind me.

            Someone grabbed my arm, and turned me around. I came face to face with no other than:

            Zayn Malik. My kidnapper.

            “Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked

            “Please, just leave me alone!” I cried out. I just didn’t want to deal with him. I was done. I ran away from the hospital for a reason.

            “No can do, my pretty.” Zayn told me.

Wait, did he just call me pretty?

Why do I care?

I don’t care what Zayn Malik says about me.

Do I?

No, I hate him!

But do you really?

Yes

No

Yes

No

Yes

No

Yes

NO! I HATE HIM!

            “Something on your mind love?” Zayn told me, pulling me backwards. I turned and looked back, seeing we were VERY far from the street. While I was having a conversation in my mind, Zayn took the opportunity to pull me farther away from other people.

            “Zayn! Let me go!” I yelled, hoping someone would here and stop. But, no ones head turned.

            “No can do love,” he told me, smirking again. I swear to god I’m gonna slap that smirk right off his face!

            “Zayn, I swear to Go--,” I was interrupted by something black closing over my eyes, and something going into my mouth. (No not that, you dirty minded people)

            I had a gag and blindfold on, and was gruffly pushed into what I assumed was a car.

           I sat on the seat, and hear Zayn chuckle. “No, down on the floor love. That’s where the female dogs belong.” Oh no, he did not just call me a bitch! But with the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t say anything.

            It took me about 15 minutes, but I realized my hands weren’t tied. I quickly untied my gag and blindfold, only to see Zayn looking at me.

            “What do you want with me Malik? Isn’t being rich and famous enough?” I sighed. There was no point in trying to get away. Where would I go? Onto the road?

            “No, it isn’t actually. I constantly have people telling me they love me, fans and non-fans. But do you know what?” He asked me, not waiting for me to guess, “Its all fake. They love my looks, my music, my money. But they don’t love ME.”

            “And how I am fitting into this plan?”

            He glared at me. “You could be the one who…” Zayn trailed off.

            “I could be the one who… what?”

            “You could be the one who,” Zayn took a breath and paused for a minute, “You could be the one who loves me.”

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Ohhhh! What do you think Sarah is gonna say??

 

Sorry for the cliffhanger guys, I need to think about what she gonna say!!

 

Love giraffes!

.xx.

Lizzi