Double-Crossed (A One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 5

I don't know where I'm going but I'm running.

Running away from my home, running away from my pain, running away from this messed up world.

Running away from everything.

I continue to run, ever since I was in hospital I was completely fixed up and was good as new, and since I haven't been touched by Greg I haven't felt healthier in my entire life!

The adrenaline is still kicking in as I continue to run. Heading towards a bus. Ah bus #14. That will take my to the train station where I can hop and a train to downtown Calgary.

Downtown Calgary is absolutely beautiful at night. Whenever me and Noah felty he need to escape we would come to the newly built Peace Bridge. With the Bow River whizzing by and the wind in our faces we felt completely at peace.

But me and him will never be at peace together again.

As I continue to run, I slow down to wipe away the tears in my eyes.

Wiping away the tears had impaired my vision but the bus stop was just ahead.

I open my eyes but it's too late to see the squatting figure in front of me.

"AHHHHHH!" I scream as I trip over the person and black out on the ground.

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"Hello? Hello? Please love, wake up," said the person I must have tripped over. I could tell it was a male.

Wait, did he just say "love", and is that a British accent?

I slowly open my eyes to see the man above me . . .

And pass out again.

Because hovering above me.

In a plain black shirt and skinny jeans.

With his black hair in a nice and simple up-do, and a streak of blonde on one side.

Is the one and only -olive toned skin and all-

Zayn Malik

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"Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now"

"Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same . . . "

Bruno Mars When I Was Your Man?

I love that song.

But where is it coming from.

Where am I?

I open my eyes and look around to see I'm in a car.

HOLY CRAP IM BEING KIDNAPPED!

So was I dreaming about meeting Zayn?

I look to the front seat of the car to see Zayn Malik.

The Zayn Malik.

I have to be hallucinating.

This is impossible.

I rub my eyes just to make sure this is true.

Yes is it.

I gasp but it's barely a whisper. I put my hand over my mouth, but my kidnapper- Zayn- hears and quickly looks over at me through the mirror with dice hanging from it.

Wait my car has dice hanging from the mirror.

Ok it's probably just a coincidence.

Wait the only way to tell if this is my car it there's a rip under the right seat in the back if the car.