Kidnapped! (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chapter 05:

"WHAT THE HELL!" The sound of someone screaming woke me up from my dream about 'Zayn'. Wait what, Zayn? Why am I dreaming about him? The person screamed again "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN BED WITH HER?"

I turned around and saw Zayn's eyes peering into mine. I poked my head up, I gulped.. Harry. Harry stepped closer, and I held onto Zayn with my dear life. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get the image of Harry attacking me last night out of my head. Out of no where I felt Zayn rise into the air. My eyes were still closed, but I opened them. I tightened my grip around Zayn's waist and tried my best to hold on. I felt him rising even higher in the air, to the point I had to let go.

"STOP!" I screamed. Harrys eyes reached mine, and he smirked. Nope, he said popping the P! "PLEASE! Don't hurt him!" I cried.

"Sorry princess!" He murmured.

He lifted Zayn a little higher and threw him into the wall, he then disappeared. I crawled over to Zayn and I put my hands onto his face, but his eyes widened and he tried to point what it looked like behind me. I was about to turn around until a cold hand wrapped around my mouth and lifted me from the ground, I tried to scream but his large hand muffled the screaming.

He carried me out into the hallway, and roamed around in the halls. I squirmed, and kicked, but still I couldn't break out of his tight grip he had on me. Only a hand on my waist and another on my mouth. He was too strong. An idea popped into my head. The only think I could think of, and I might have had a chance.

I opened my mouth and bit down on his hand as hard as I could. He pulled his hand away and I saw blood drip from his hand. He lowered his head to my ear and whispered, "I can play that game too, but it will hurt a lot worse." I could just picture him smirking which made me want to smack him right across his face. His arm tightened around my waist so hard I could barely breathe. I tried to speak up, "Stop, your hurting me"

"Good" he replied.

"Harry? Is that you? What are you doing?" Someone asked in a loud but squeaky tone.

I saw a dark figure, but I couldn't tell who is was. I knew it wasn't Zayn because Zayn's voice was deep and you could see his quiff outline in the dark. I felt Harry's grip loosened and he let me go, making it unnoticeable that he was even holding me.

He whispered as quietly as he could, "Listen, you don't say a word or you will be punished, and I mean it!"

"Okaayyy" I sassed back.

"So you don't believe me? Cause I will!" He spat.

"You wont touch me!" I spat back. Which soon I regretted. He was about to say something, but a voice interrupted, "Harry why are you guys out here? Its only 3:46 in the morning! He muttered.

"She had a nightmare, and I saw her walk out of her room, and I had to ask what was wrong, so we were just talking about her dream, and stuff, right Anna? He was really good at lying, unlike me. I always stuttered.

"Uhm.. r-right." I stuttered. See, I can never talk right when I lie.

"You should get back to bed, if you want you can go to Gemma's room, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." He said nicely. I saw Harry glare at me, which meant he didn't want me to go in there. I ignored the glare he gave me.

" Oh, yeah that would be great, I-I have to go get something from Zayn's room first. I left my uhm.. Book!" I lied. I glared back at Harry, and smiled. I knew that would piss him off and that's exactly how he felt, and I could tell because his fists clenched.

"Oh well, I will just wait for you here." He said.

"Okay, but my I get your name please?" I asked innocently.