Female Robbery (Z.M)

prologue

You would think that I hate him for doing what he did to me.

That I would be disgusted by him with everything that he's put me through.

Despise him for snatching me out of the life I had and thrown me into a whole different direction.

But somewhere along the events of my kidnapping and spending time together I fell in love. Into a pure and blissful type of love that everyone usually longs for

So now as we were being separated by police officers and I was furiously begging them to not do this to us, I felt it.

True to my word. I was in love with him. How could I not be when he was the kindest and loving person he was? I'm not going to lie and say I've always thought that.

But I didn't understand him at the beginning but these past months I learned too.

Everything that has happened was for a reason and part of it was to bring us together.

Even if something as fucked up as Female Robbery was that brought us together. I'm grateful. No I'm not talking like this because it's not Stockholm syndrome.

It's love. That's all there is to it.

As his bloody fingers were ripped apart from mine, he looked me in the eye and mouths something.

"Don't tell them anything. I will find you."

Then he was taken away from me and shoved into the back of a police car and I had to be strapped into an ambulance gurney.

The last thing I saw before the shut the doors was Zayn looking straight into my eyes.

"Alina, you'll be okay now. You're going to go home and this whole nightmare will be over." One of the paramedics reassured me whilst stabbing needles into me.

"No this nightmare has only started." I whisper shutting my eyes letting the wave of pain take me over.