Before (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

BAD BOY MALIK

It was dark, and cold. I was scared out of my mind.

And then the shadows started moving.

"No! Don't touch me!" I start to squirm and find myself tied to a chair. I feel tears running down my face.

"Please don't hurt me," I whisper. I see the shadow come closer and see brown eyes shining in the darkness, his eyes.

Fear runs through me, "No!" I cry out. My breathing gets heavy, and I black out.

*****

I'm ten years old again, playing with my Barbie's in my room. I hear Daddy come home and run downstairs to hug him.

"Don't touch me," he growled, he slapped his hand across my cheek. I cry out in pain and stumble backwards; this man was not my father.

"Don't you dare come near me," he mumbles. I nod a little bit in fear, still holding my reddened cheek.

"Go to bed!"

"But Daddy, it's only-"My voice is cut off by him hitting me again, this time he kicks me.

"Don't talk back at me," he screams. The tears start to stream down my face as I back up slowly.

"Get your ass to bed now, before I beat you!" I nod again and run off to my room, the tears flowing freely now. I don't know what happened; he never used to do this. I curl up under the covers and cry myself to sleep.

*****

I was scared, that those brown eyes would hurt me like he did. That I would feel the pain, and bleed, and that he would laugh and hurt me more.

Dark hazel eyes shine in the dim light.

I whimper softly as they come closer so that his face is only inches from mine.

"Can't you be quiet for once?!" he growls.

I snap my mouth shut and nod my head a little bit. Something flashes in his eyes which looks like regret.

He blinks and it disappears just as quickly as it showed up and he straightens up. "You're only here because I needed you to get out. As soon as I can I will dispose of you," he tells me.

Hot tears swell up in the corners of my eyes. This was how I would die, wasn't it? Dying at the hands of a complete stranger, alone, and probably has painfully has possible.

His eyes lock with mine for a few seconds, "But not now," he mumbles, "I'm too tired," he turns away and slowly walks back up the stone steps.

"Sleep well," he mumbled. I hear the door slam shut and then I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

*****

Zayn's POV

"Sleep well," I mumbled, stepping out of the room and slamming the door in anger.