Let Me Love You - One Direction

Chapter 8

**Sarah’s POV**

            “Are you KIDDING ME?!?!” I screamed. He looked hurt. “I COULD NEVER LOVE SOMEONE WHO KIDNAPS ME AND BRINGS ME TO A DIFFERENT COUNTRY, LOCKS ME IN THE BASEMENT, AND ALMOST KILLS ME!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!”

            “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.” The car stopped. Zayn pulled me out and pushed me down some stairs. I fell and looked around. Were was I?

            “You, my love, are in my house. There is no way for you to get out, so don’t even try.” I started crying. Why did this happen to me?!

            After about 3 hours, I was all dry of tears. There was just nothing left to cry. Like, not even blood. My eyes were sore, and I bet they were red.

            I stood up, and started walking around. I looked at all the windows: painted shut. I tried to the 2 doors: locked from the outside. I even looked at the walls: solid wood.

            There was no way out. I sighed. Might as well do something entertaining in the meantime…

I, I feel like I'm losing my mind, mind

She crept into your life, life

And cut me up like a knife, knife, yeah

Hey hey, few things that I wanna say, ay

Still got my dignity, ay

No one'll love you like me, ay

            I Heard some shuffling upstairs…. He must have heard me. Time to sing louder.

She's prettier than I'll ever be

Got yourself a beauty queen, yeah

But there's one thing I gotta say

            His footsteps were getting louder. Time to scream sing!

She can fuck you good, but I can fuck you betta

Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay 

Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay 

I can fuck you betta 

Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta Etta ay 

She can fuck you good, but I can fuck you

            A door opened and a light flipped on. In the doorway stood a very very pissed off Zayn.

            “ITS FUCKING 3:17 IN THE MORNING!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING SINGING?!?!?!?” He screamed

            I shrugged my shoulders. “I was bored. You didn’t leave me anything to do! Blame yourself!” I retorted.

            “Bloody hell.” Zayn said under his breath.

            “And I couldn’t get comfy.”

            Zayn sighed. “If I let you into a bed, will you not do anything stupid?” He asked me. Now that isn’t something I could promise. But I smiled and nodded. Maybe I could get out of here somehow.

            He grabbed my arm, and I sucked in a breath. Zayn looked around and saw my stitches, and he smirked. ‘Whoops’ he mouthed. Asshole.

            I was lead around his house, and finally into a bedroom. I saw the bed, and did the superman onto it. What? I was a kid at heart.

            When I turned around, Zayn was walking towards me. Then he CLIMED INTO BED WITH ME!

            “Zayn,” I hissed, “What the actual fuck?”

            He ignored me and cuddled into me. I sighed. Might as get some sleep…

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            I woke up to cold water being poured over my head. “AHHHHH” I screamed and looked up to see Zayn standing over me.

            “I called your name 5 times and you didn’t do anything.” He shrugged, “So, erm, yeah.”

            “That doesn’t mean you pour fucking water on me! Would you like that Malik?” He asked him, still pissed.

            He smacked me. “Now get down to the basement. The lads will be here soon. They don’t need to see you.”

            “Or they don’t need to see your seconded face?” Smack. I winced. That one hurt.

            “Get down the god dam stairs now or else-“  The door bell rang.

            I smirked. The boys were here. Now how was Zayn gonna get himself out of this? “Oh look Zayn, I think your friends are here!” He growled at me, and raised his hand to smack me, and then thought better of it.

            “Stay here.” He ordered me, and left the room, clicking the lock behind him. Well, I guess he never was trapped before. I smirked and then pulled a bobby pin out from my hair. I slightly streached it, and then put it in the lock. After about 5 minutes, I hear a ‘click!’ and the door swung open. I was free!

            I quickly raced down the stair, only reach the bottom and see 5 pairs of eyes staring at me.

            “Mate? Who’s this?”

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Blame homework!! Its not my fault!

Erm, so ya.

This is a really crappy filler chapter.

Oh well.

.xx.

Lizzi