Cat's P.O.V
"Zayn, hurry up." I whine, tugging on his hand.
"Just a second." he mumbles, the bright screen of his iPhone illuminating his face in the dark street. We were currently walking home from some dumb celebrity party at a club he'd dragged me to. It was 2 am, cold, dark, and scary.
"Zayn!" I hiss. "I'm creeped out, let's go!" I tug at his hand again and he sighs, locking his iPhone and sliding it into his back pocket.
"Okay, okay." he replies, sliding an arm around my waist. "You've got nothing to worry about, there's no one out here."
"That's what you think." I mumble, stumbling in my heels. "Dammit, I hate these things." I bend and yank them off, holding them by the straps in one hand. He lets out a chuckle and I smack his arm. "Shush, Malik." I tell him. He laughs.
"Sorry, Williams." he retorts. I roll my eyes, realizing I have no comeback.
I take his hand again in my free one. I yawn tiredly.
"That party was rubbish." I inform him. Zayn laughs.
"I know." he replies, still chuckling.
I glance at him, and it strikes me again, like it always does, how truly gorgeous Zayn is. It never surprises me when I see all the screaming fans and the millions of tweets he gets everyday. His body, his face, his lips, his eyes. I would never admit this, but I've fancied Zayn for a while. We've been best friends since we were children, and I always loved him in a friend way. Lately it's been developing into more, but there's no way he fancies me back.
He looks over at me and his hazel eyes send my stomach into a fury of butterflies. I smile at him shyly.
"Kitten, let's take a shortcut!" he suggests, pointing at a rather creepy looking alley. Zayn has called me Kitten since we could talk, because he thought it was cuter than my real name, Cat.
"No way in hell." I reply immediately. "We'll probably get mugged. Or killed."
"No we won't!" he laughs. I sigh as Zayn looks at me with pleading eyes.
"Fine." I reply, letting him lead me into the dark alley.
We walked in silence for a while until- just as I'd predicted- we spotted a creepy looking guy standing in the shadows a bit further down the alley. Dammit, this was like a real-life horror movie. My hands started to shake and Zayn squeezed my hand reassuringly, but I knew he was just as terrified as me.
"Hey." the guy calls, and I almost gasp in fear. He's the typical scary looking gangster, with long dreadlocks and fake gold teeth and wearing all black.
"What?" Zayn asks, rather confidently, and I gawk at him.
"Are you fucking crazy?" I hiss in his ear. Zayn lets go of my hand and steps closer to the man.
"What?" he repeats. I watch him shakily.
"Gimme your money, gay boy." the man orders. Clearly he knows who Zayn is.
"No way!" he retorts immediately.
"Zayn." I whisper, stepping closer.
"Don't move, bitch." the man growls, pulling a gun from his pants and pointing it at Zayn. "If you take one more step, I'll kill him."
"No!" I cry out, my voice cracking and tears welling up in my eyes. "Oh, god, no, please no!" I whimper.
"Don't. Move." he repeats, stepping closer to Zayn, the gun still held up steadily in his hand. Adrenaline and fear rush through my body, and I realize I have to do something.
"I'm not moving!" I cry. "Please, put the gun down."
"Kitten." Zayn whispers, not looking at me. "Stop." I almost fall to the ground crying at the sound of him calling me Kitten.
The man points the gun at Zayn's chest and I take a stumbling step forwards. "NO!" I cry out, and suddenly, everything is going too quickly.
I don't really think the idea through when I jump in front of Zayn as a bullet is shot. I feel an odd pressure and numbness and realize the bullet has hit me. I vaguely hear Zayn screaming my name, but it sounds far away. I don't remember falling to the ground. What I do remember is seeing Zayn standing above me, screaming at the man. I can't see the man, and my vision is fading.
I hear footsteps but don't see Zayn moving, so I somehow make the connection the man has run. I can vaguely make out the imagine of Zayn kneeling beside me, tears sliding rapidly down his cheeks. He looks down at the area of my stomach and cries harder, reaching up and brushing the hair out of my eyes. I feel something slick and liquid-like on my face and I realize Zayn's hand is covered in my blood.
"Oh, Kitten..." he whispers shakily. "Please... stay awake, baby... keep looking at me, Kitten."
I try my hardest to stay awake, for Zayn, and keep my eyes locked on him. My vision has created an odd, blurry fisheye effect. I watch Zayn pull out the phone he had been playing on moments before this all happened with his shaky, bloody hand and dialing a number I can only assume to be 911.
I feel lightheaded as I hear Zayn's voice talking to 911 and asking for an ambulance. He hangs up and turns back to me reaching out and touching my face again. I feel a lump in my throat but I know I can't cry. I feel paralyzed, the numbness in my stomach has gotten worse, and I can't feel it at all.
"The ambulance is gonna be here soon." Zayn whispers to me. I feel like I'm in a bubble and his voice is distant. "Stay awake, Kitten, you can do it. Please." he says desperately, and I vaguely hear the sound of sirens.
I feel even more lightheaded, and I know I'm about to pass out. I barely feel two men lift me onto a gurney and carry me into the ambulance. I panic.
"Zayn..." I manage, my voice hoarse. "Zayn." I say again. I feel someone take my hand.
"I'm here, Kitten. I'm right here." Zayn tells me softly, pressing kisses to my wrist. "I'm right here." he says again, and all I feel before I fall unconscious is Zayn's tears falling onto my arm.
A/N: First chapter! It's nearly midnight, but I'll try to update tomorrow! I'll try to update every day, and if you're lucky, you'll get two chapters in one day if I have time! I hope you enjoy this fan fic. Vote, comment, and share if you like it! Sophie xx
