I Can Love You More Than This

Chapter 5

It was dark and cold and lonely... the only other place that gave me the chills like this a theatre back at my old high school. but this wasn't a high school, it was a warehouse.

I tried to move but failed, being tied up so tightly to a chair that every move of my arms made the ropes cut into my skin. A man's voice rang out from a corner.

"You ain't gonna be able to escape those," he said walking towards me.

I tried to see him correctly but someone had put glasses on me that blurred my nearsighted vision, and made my farsighted one worse. I could see the man, but I couldn't see his features. He was right in front of me now but I could barely even make out his nose. He grabbed my throat roughly and was jerked forward, almost out of the chair.

"You tell anyone about this, and you die."

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I bolt straight up, clutching my throat, gasping for the air around me.

My vision focused, the contacts I wore lubricating themselves with the tears that were coming to my eyes. Zayn was at the foot of the bed, his hair a mess and his shirt off. The window let in the purest moonlight that hit the floor as Zayn stared at me, concerned etched into the pulchritudinous [AU pulchritudinous:beauty] that was his face.

"You were talking in your sleep," he murmured to me crawling on to the bed to sit next to me. I leaned into him, letting the tears fall so hard and fast, I thought that the others would wake up. Zayn rubbed my back and whispered consoling things to me while I just cried and stared at the spot on the floor where the perfect moonlight streamed in from the window.

My tears slowed. My sounds stopped. My breathing went back to normal. I was quiet, still, as Zayn rubbed the soothing circles along my back. I climbed underneath the covers and Zayn pulled them up to my chin. He was about to get up but my grip on his wrist kept him from leaving the spot next to me.

"Don't leave me," I whispered. My voice was so small, if the room wasn't dead silent, he probably woudn't have heard me.

He sighed as if to protest but when he turned to look at me he stopped himself.

I was still crying, silent tears that seemed like they didn't want to stop. I could physically see the pain it caused him to see me cry. Defeated he crawled under the covers facing me and wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into his warmth and security, the safeness I felt being there in his arms riddingq the bad memory away.

"Zayn,"I breathed and I felt him relax.

"Yes," he said out loud, his voice slicing into the silence, the vibrations of his chest giving off the very last remnants of his cologne, making me nuzzle in closer.

"Will you sing me a song?"

"Which one, love?"

"Um, the one you sang for the x Factor, Let Me Love You, by Mario," I said shyly, my lips tugging up into a smile remembering watching his audition video on YouTube.

He chuckled. "Sure love.

"Mmmm ..... Mmmmm.... Yeah....Mmmmm....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Mmmm...Yeah....Mmmm..... Yeah, Yeah

"Baby I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt. You don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies. Bad as you are, you stick around and I just don't know why.

"If I was you man, baby you'd never worry 'bout what I do, I'd be coming home back to you every night, doin' you right. You're the type of woman who deserves good things. Fistful of diamonds and a hand full of rings. Baby you're a star, I just want to show you, you are;