Taken // One Direction [Completed]

Chapter Twenty Five: Hit A Bitch With A Shovel.

Tay.

"Keep your left foot in front!" I demanded.

He did as I said and held his fists to his face, in the boxing stance.

"Jesus, Harry. That's a terrible stand," I said, going over and fixing his fists over his face,

"Now... PUNCH THAT BAG LIKE IT'S TAYWHORE SWIFT!" I screamed and laughed as Harry began to go ape-shit on a boxing bag

I turned to see some girls filming us. That's what happens when you go to the local gym. I whispered to Harry that I had to go before they suspect something and made my way over to Liam at the weights.

He was shirtless, lying on the bench and lifting the weights. Let me be the first to say that Liam has got the sexiest six pack ever. I sat down on the bench and watched him lifting, laughing at his scrunched up face.

I looked over at the bench next to Liam. The weights were a bit lighter. I went over and got under the weights, wrapping my arm around the cold metal bar before proceeding to lift the weights.

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Liam, Harry and I arrive back at the bus almost an hour later. Liam and Harry went into the living room to Louis and Niall while I stayed in the kitchen.

I sat on the table, staring at Zayn. He was sitting at the counter and staring down at his phone. He looked really hurt.

"Are you okay?" I asked, sitting across from him.

"I don't know..." he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

I took his phone out of his hand, reading over the tweets he was reading. They were horrible. 

Terrorist, Bombed Boston, Worthless, Doesn't deserve to be in the band. Huh?

I looked at Zayn. His head  was down. He looked truly upset about all this.

"Zayn..." I said, he looked at me. "We're doing a twitcam." I smiled.

"Hey guys." I smiled into the camera, shooting a wave.

I looked at Zayn, he kept his head down. I was getting a lot of people asking what's up with him?

"Guys, Zayn's not happy right now. He's getting a shit load of hate and I don't like it. You shouldn't say something you wouldn't want said to yourself, so don't," I said. "You all know about #HitDirectionsWithAShovelDay right? That was funny... Well, I've started #HitABitchWithAShovelEveryday. Everybody who sends hate to Zayn, I, and you guys if you want, have to find them, hunt them down and.... HIT THAT BITCH WITH A SHOVEL!" I screamed, jumping around, nearly falling off the stool.

I was getting loads of comments like, 'GREAT IDEA' and 'You crazy fuck.' and even, 'I like you, we besties now.'

I looked at Zayn who was smiling at me. "I have a shovel, shall we go bitch hunting?" he asked.

"We shall," I turned to the camera. "Later guys, me and Zayn are gonna go bitch hunting." I waved and shut my laptop.

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"Biiiiiitch!" 

A girl had just screamed something about Zayn being gay, so I took the shovel from Zayn and ran at her, laughing manically as she ran and screamed. I dropped the shovel to my side, laughing.

Upon hearing a voice I knew I recognized, I turned around just to see Zayn about to punch someone who looked as if not giving a shit.

I ran up to Zayn, dropping the shovel by our feet before jumping in front of him and pushing him back. I grabbed his fist and pulled it down, opening his knuckle.