Stalked

Chapter 5

I was face to face with my kidnapper, Zayn Malik. I stood in front of him, confused of if I should be mad and frightened that I was kidnapped or if I should be happy that my kidnapper was Zayn Malik. I was a proud directioner and I was screaming on the inside. I had too many emotions and questions that I couldn't move or say anything.

"Please say something." He said looking at me, anxiously waiting for some sort of response.

"I don't know what to say." I managed to get out. My mind was clouded with thoughts, emotions and questions bouncing around like basketballs. A silence had fell upon us as I tried to clear my mind.

"I'm going to take a shower." He said awkwardly, breaking the long silence and making his way out of the room, leaving me standing alone. After a while of thinking I had come to the conclusion that I was no longer angered but still a little frightened. I walked out of the room and wandered through the apartment and looked for the kitchen.

"What are you looking for?" Zayn said from behind me, startling me.

"The kitchen." I said calmly turning around to find Zayn closer than I thought. Zayn motioned for me to follow him as he walked in front of me. I followed after him to a small room. This house wasn't very big but it was really nice. I walked over to his fridge and got myself a bottle of water.

"So." Zayn said when I turned and was facing him.

"I'm not mad, a little scared but not mad any more." I said before taking a big gulp of my water.

"Okay, so um I'll show you around the house." He said with a cheeky smile. I followed after him as he had told me what every room was.

"Where am I sleeping?" I asked, already knowing the answer but still asking any way.

"With me." He said as he looked me up and down. "It's a big bed we'll fit." He said laughing a little.

"What am I going to wear?" I asked as I looked at him, ignoring the comment he had made. I looked down at my clothes that had dirt all over them.

"You can wear one of my t-shirts and a pair of my shorts tonight and we'll wash the clothes your wearing now so we can go shopping for clothes tomorrow." He explained quickly. Shopping, oh joy. Not. If you can't tell I'm not a big fan of shopping. It's just not my thing, I'd rather play football or a video game with the boys. I'm a major tomboy, I don't do my hair or make up and I don't wear dresses or skirts, I'd much rather wear a good pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I was startled by a buzzing in my pocket and remembered I had my phone with me. How could I have forgot I had my phone?

"I have to go to the bathroom." I said as I made my way to the room that Zayn had told me was the bathroom. Once the door was shut and locked I pulled out my phone. I looked at the text I had got; Mum: Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you? I replied to her; I'm fine I'm not hurt, a little shook up but I'm fine. Don't call the cops I can handle it and I will be by the house to see you soon. Okay? I love you mom and I have to go. My mom replied back; Okay stay safe I love you. Call me or the cops if he hurts you. I didn't reply to her, instead I shut my phone off and put it back in my pocket. He couldn't know I have my phone with me or he might take it away from me. I unlocked the door and swung it open. I was startled to see Zayn standing right outside the door waiting for me.

"Why did you lock the door?" He asked, sounding some what angered.

"I don't know I always do." I lied because I didn't want him to yell at me. If he did yell at me I would probably yell back because of all that's happened today, I'm obviously not in a good mood.

"Do you trust me?" He asked plainly.

"You kidnap me and you have the nerves to ask if I trust you?!" I shouted at him.