Never Imagined~One Direction

31. The Kidnappers

Zayn's POV

We finally reach the apartment and I race out of the car. Harry shuffles out behind me and I quickly lock it.

I open the door to the building and rush up the stairs. "Slow down, mate!" Harry exclaims from behind me, but I just keep going. Once I reach the door I knock three times and stand there, fidgeting and waiting for her to answer.

Harry reaches the top a few seconds later, his breathing slightly uneven. "Did you take those two at a time or something?" He bewilders. I knock once more. "No one is answering." I tell Harry. "Hmm," He replies, rubbing his chin like some kind of detective that doesn't know what the hell he's doing.

"See if it's open," He suggests. I literally face-palm, "I should've thought of that!" I reprimand myself.

I turn the knob, half of me hoping it's locked and the other half wondering what awful thing could've happened if it wasn't. I turn it all the way and the door creaks open.

It wasn't locked.

I look back at Harry my expression probably unreadable at the moment. Oh god, I hope she's okay.

I slowly step in, afraid she wasn't going to be home. "Diana?" I shout. "Shh!" Harry exclaims, "What if there's a murderer or something?"

My eyes widen at him and I rush into the apartment frantically searching for her. I only have to turn my head to the right to see that she's right there. Thank god.

"Oh, that's good. She's here," Harry says, relieved. I turn and glare at him.

"What?" He tries to look innocent.

There she is on the couch, a book covering half of her face and a bat in her hand which is dangling from the side. She was unconscious though. I enter the living room and kneel down next to her. "Diana?"

She's a light sleeper according to my previous observation; that time when she fell asleep on our sofa.

"Diana?" I brush my fingers on the side of her face, which was burning. "Hmm?" She mumbles, turning her face to me. I heave a sigh of relief. Her eyes flutter open and they widen as she jolts up with a gasp.

"Diana clam down, it's just me!"

"Zayn?" She groggily questions. "Hi," I reply, scratching the back of my neck. She drops the bat.

"What are you doing here?" She asks confusedly. I notice how tired she looks.

"You never answered any of Laela and I's calls, we were worried about you so we came to see if you were okay," I explain.

"We?" She questions, then notices Harry standing a few feet away.

"Hello," Harry grins at her, waving.

"How were you able to get in?" She asks dazedly. "Erm, the door. It was unlocked." I answer. "What? But I... didn't lock it." She realizes at the end. "I forgot to lock it after the mailman left," She concludes.

"It's alright, nothing happened," I tell her. She slowly nods, then a few dry coughs escape her. That doesn't sound good at all.

"Are you okay?" I ask her. "Yeah I'm, I'm great." She replies. Her expression changes as she holds up a finger, as if indicating for to me to wait, then sneezes into her arm. "Bless you," Me and Harry say simultaneously.