Abducted (a zendaya and val fic)

Taken

Zendayas POV

I looked up from my phone and smiled as the man slid into the seat across from me. I hit the lock button and slid it into my purse.

He slid the coffee over to me.

"Thanks," I told him.

He grinned, and I took a sip. I scrunched my nose with distaste. This tasted horrible.

I glanced up to see an emotion- it seemed to be fear- flash across his face.

Feeling awful, I grinned at him. "It's really good. I just haven't had coffee in so long it takes some getting used to," I laughed.

A subtle smile crossed his lips.

A strange feeling crept inside me. My vision blurred in and out of focus. My eyes felt heavy and my lips and mouth were dry. I tried to think, but it felt like I was swimming against the current in my brain.

I got very dizzy. I tried to stand, but I could barely lift myself from the table. I looked down at my blurry hands and arms. They seemed to be shaking. My legs felt like spaghetti.

I saw a man come over quickly.

"Man, what's goin on?" He sounded like the cashier.

"I think I have her too much! Greg, what am I going to do?! I can't carry her out of here!"

Greg. What a nice name. Greg. Hmph. Greg. Greg- that, that sounds like Val. Val! Val. Where's val? I want to turn, but even the slightest movement makes me dizzy.

I lay my head down onto my arms. I drift in and out of conscience.

Val's POV

I look across the airport to the coffee shop. Where's Zendaya?

I glance down at my clock. It's been thirty minutes since she left.

She says she's not upset, but I know she is. Her eyes are still red from all the crying. It broke my heart to see her run off the stage when Kellie and Derek's names were called. I ran after her, quickly sinking at her side to comfort her.

I walked towards the shop.

"Hey Val! Come here for a minute!"

I turned to see my brother Maks calling to me. I glance back to the shop. I decide that I will see what Maks needs and then go get Daya.

I walk over to him. "Yes?" I asked.

"How is Zendaya doing?" He asked me. I could see the worry in his eyes.

As I expressed my shared worry about her, I failed to see a passed out Zendaya being pushed to the exit in a wheelchair.

I wish I had seen her. Because after that it might be too late.