I was Murdered

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I set on the coach staring at the clock on the wall watching every second with anxiety and thinking of ways to open the conversation with harry.

Should I tell him what happened?

He's crazy.. he could kill him!

I don't want him to die for nothing.. maybe there was a real reason cause the shit he did!
A magical reason!
I am just trying to think positively.

But I really want to know what did he meant by ask harry?

Is it something that big?
Who could turn the pure, funny, handsome zayn into that emo, devil, mother fucker!

I heard the rang of the door,

I froze in my place staring at the door I stood up and tide my dress moving deadly steps to the door, I opened with a fake cheerful smile.

It was him, his curls where all over the world his rosy lips were smiling while his cute dimples were taking its place on his checks.

I opened the door wider and let him in.

"I miss you.." I jumped above him closing my eyes and giving him everything In me.

He squeezed me back touching my hair softly.

"Baby, you are not okay.. it's not your period, tell me what happened?"

my mind full with thoughts.. I didn't know what to do.

"I am just scared."

"Scared from what?" He said as his eyebrows meet together.

"From the thought of losing you.."

"I am not going anywhere.. I am stuck in you." He smirked smiling perfectly kissing me softly on my lips putting his hands on my face, it took a period of time to get off.

The silence mood hit the crowd and we stayed for about 2 min. With our mouths shut.
"Now what.." He shrugged.

"What?" I said sitting on his lap and my head on his shoulder.

"Did zayn called you?"

My face turned to blue again as I froze staring at no where.
Did he knew!
Did zayn told him?
What if he saw me there?
Is he mad from me?
Did he thought I was cheating on him?
Or he don't know anything.. and this is just a normal untimely question?

"Z-zayn! Why would he call me?
Is... is it something important?" I said trying to hide my shaking tone and act normally.. but it awkwardly didn't work!

"No,hun. Never mind.. close your eyes and sleep now."He said butting his big hand on my face closing my eyes.

I opened them weirdly looking at him, as our eyes meet together in confusion way.
He's still looking normal with a cute smile on his lips.

"Why should I sleep? I didn't call to  sleep me! I called you because I  wanted to spend--" he cut me off softly and said as gently as a woman.

"Your face is bale.. and blue, we could talk later.. and spend all the time together, now I just want you to lay beside me asleep to look at your perfect face up all the knight.."

I smiled putting my head again on his shoulders closing my eyes smiling.

...........................................................

I opened my eyes partially with an non-Clear image.

I know that my eyes are tired and seeing blur images.. but this is not my room!
This is totally not my room!

I tried to put my hands on my eyes, but I couldn't move them!

I opened my eyes weirder to notice that my hands were stuck with something that I finally understood that my hands and legs were all stuck with an iron robe on the wall..

I looked at my body, I saw myself fully undressed and the cripy atmosphere make it easier to recognize that zayn has a hand in this.

I closed my eyes twice to see the image clear.. and it worked!

The place was so empty and lonely, dark, scary and could let you remember all your unpleasant moments in your life.. believe me.. it felt awful.

The wide window on the wall shows that it's mid night.. I was with harry for about 8:30PM when he forced me to sleep!

Did he really do this to me?

Oh yeah, ofcourse I am so stupid.. it was all about me!

He knew the story of the sex hotel and acted as if nothing had ever happened, too bring me here..

But where's he now?

Is he bringing zayn?

To join our lovely group?

I heard sounds from behind me that I saw him the unexpected person ever.. Niall Horan.

"Niall.. I'm there, over here!" Shouted when I saw him glancing at my naked body and he ran to me in a quick motion..

"What the heck.. girl how did you get in?
And who was you missing with?
Such a stupid question.. of course it's harry!"

"Niall.. can't you see? I am fully undressed and I feel cold as I do no now anything about this place.. all what I remember that I was with harry and--" I stopped in a moment when I looked up seeing zayn with an angry face and his sexy figure was shirtless as he was holding a humor..

"And?" Naill said trying to get off the irons surrounding my hands.

When all at once.. in a train mode motion.. zayn jumped over Niall and hit him with the humor like an animal or shark or lion or a zombie.. actually yeah zombie!

Because zombies can feel anything.. and the scene with the humor above Niall's blonde head with running rivers of blood from his forehead was melting me.. I was going to die from the scene not just because he was my best guy friend.. and the loose of him.. because zayn kept hitting and hitting much stronger that Niall's head was no longer in.. it was just red dust!

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER.. WHAT DID YOU DO SLACKER?" I screamed with all the strength I got in my small lungs.

"Are you sad hun?" He looked at me evily.. the same evil look that he shooted me at the hotel.

In a sudden, he started screaming and laughing weirdly..

"Why did you do this?
He's Niall.. YOUR BEST FRIEND IDIOT!" I cried hard from the awful pain.. I felt lifeless and ready for any challenge.. whatever would zayn do to me..
I lost everything.. I am sure that zayn did his job well with harry here Niall goes.

I no longer have anything to lose.

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