Bully to Boyfriend(Zarry)

Chapter Fourteen

-Zayn-

I had been stuffed into the back of a van and pushed into a room. One of Spot's friends strapped me into a chair and the left. I now sit here in front of a red curtain. I am terrified to see what's behind it. I want to get out of here, now. I need a proper shower and to see Harry. All I can think of is him. I know I'm here because of him, but I miss his curls and those dimples. I miss the way he makes me mad, but excited all at once. I don't miss how aggressive he is with me, or the way he talked to me sometimes, but I would rather him make fun of me and beat me until I was numb then be here. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Spot came into the room. "Hey, pretty boy. It's almost show time. I hope you're excited. I know I am. You're worth a pretty penny." What does he mean show time? I wasn't aware I was going to be in a play. Maybe someone will help me. I'll scream until I'm blue in the face if I have to.

"Spot! Everyone is ready!" a man called.

"Good! Give me my microphone!"

-Harry-

I'm following Liam and Niall as they drive to Zayn. I'm staying close enough to keep tabs, but far enough not to get caught. My anxiety levels were through the roof. I need to know if Zayn is alright. I miss him, so much. I miss his smile and the way he bites his lip when he's nervous. I miss the way he turns me on and pisses me off at the same time. I miss how upset he gets when I touch his things. I don't miss the way he calls me Harold even when I told him I hated it. But I just want to hold him and apologize. This was all my fault. My thoughts were interrupted when Liam and Niall drove onto a dirt road. Then I got a text from Niall: Stay in your car for a minute. I will let you know when it's clear.

-Niall-

"Liam Payne and Niall Horan" Liam said to a rather built guy with a clipboard and an ear piece. He let us enter the building and we were directed down a long hallway. Liam led us through a door where there were tall tables with velvet cloth on top of them. People were dressed in suits and dresses. I looked at my jeans and felt underdressed. We sat at a table where other members from BN40 were. Liam engaged in conversation and I sat beside him looking at the fancy people. I noticed a paddle in front of me with the number 73 written on it. I took it in my hand and gave Liam a questioning look.

-Liam-

"It's for the auction," I told Niall as he held the paddle up. He looked at me like I had three heads. I laughed at him and continued my conversation with Kip. "I know one of the lads behind there, he screwed my brother and now he's here. Dumb bastard," I laughed.

"What did he do?" Kip asked.

"He helped Darcy escape. He tried to be the hero. Him and his stupid little boyfriend. Now he's paying for it," I smiled lifting a glass of water to my lips. This was going to be interesting.

-Spot-

I stepped onto the stage in front of the curtain and the room went silent. I gave my brother a nod and started speaking. "Tonight you will see 10 very fit lads and lassies. Have the highest bit, and you get to take whom ever it is home. You can bid on as many people as you please. Just raise your paddle when you hear the price you are willing to pay. If we get past 30,000 you will be able to make an offer. Without further ado, here is our first contestant," I announced. The crowed clapped and the curtains split revealing a very frightened Zayn. He tried to scream for help, they all do. "This bloke is Zayn Malik. He's 17 years old and as you can see he is very fit. He weighs 150 pounds and stands at 5 feet 9 inches. We will start the bid at 1,000 pounds," immediately, over a dozen paddles went up. "2,000? How about 3,000? 5,000?" I kept asking and not a single paddle went down. I smirked to myself. I knew he was worth a lot.