kidnapped

chapter 7

i groaned loudly. "what do you want?" i asked annoyed, flopping backwards hitting my head on the wall. "dammit." i hiss rubbing my head.

"are you okay?" he asked but i could hear that he was holding in his laugh. 

"i fine. can you leave now?" i asked sitting up continuing to rub my head. he shook hi head and sat down next to me. 

"look we get that you don't want to be here-" "let me stop you there zayn, i don't want to hear the 'we're sorry but you have to do this anyway' speech because honestly I'm tired of all your guys shit so just get out of my room so i can sleep." i said hiding under my sheets. i could hear him huff in annoyance. 

"you are forgetting that this isn't a chose and you don't get to tell us what you want and don't want. so get the fuck up and deal with this shit because its not going away anytime soon." he ranted but i just stayed under the sheets thinking if i didn't answer then he would just go away. wishful thinking right. the sheets were ripped off of me and i was being dragged down the stairs by a strong grip on my arm. 

after tripping down most of the stairs i was shoved into the chair facing the couch. i rubbed the sore red spot on my upper arm mumbling profanities. "fucking prick." i said under my breath looking at the floor. 

"now we need to talk." harry said 

"about what? there is nothing to talk about." i grumbled not looking them in their faces. "there is a lot we need to talk about." " i don't want to talk to you." someone huffed and then the yelling started. 

"you don't  get to fucking choose angel!" harry yelled at me (shocker) 

"i can do what ever the hell i want you are not my boss and I'm not going to listen to you!" i yelled back. he raised his hand as if he was going to hit me but i wasn't fazed anymore. "come on hit me because that will totally make me listen to what ever you say." i sneered looking him in his eyes. in a split second his hand collided with my face making my head snap the other way from the impact. i looked back at him, his eyes glowing bright red.  "still didn't work harry, maybe you should give it another go, doest seem like you mind treating me like a punching bag." he just stood there looking at me and huffing angrily. 

"no? well ok I'm going to put ice on my face before it swells, you should probably come up with another method because this is just becoming inconvenient." and with that i left the room to get ice.  a while later i heard the door opening as i was applying ice to my cheek. i looked up and as expected it was harry standing there looking at the floor. 

"can i help you?" i asked taking the ice away   

"i just wanted to say-" "what that you're sorry, yeah I'm pretty sure you said that last time am i wrong." he just stood there silent. "thats what i thought. don't come to me with your shitty apologies if you're just going to do it again. I'm not your personal punching bag to just hit around when you don't get your way." 

"if you would just listen to me this wouldn't happen." he argued. 

"don't try to blame your anger problems on me. and I'm not going to listen to you because i have a fucking brain and i will do what i please because you are not my boss" with that i walked back up to my room not bothering to lock seeing they can just open it with their vampire crap. 

down stairs i could here the door opening and a female talk. "where is she?" the woman's voice trailed up the stairs. 

"upstairs." i could here Zayn say then all went silent. suddenly the door was burst open making me jump slightly.