Wicked Games {Ziam}

Ill write it anyway :)

Zayn sits in the back of the security guard's office, angrily staring down at the floor. He didn't know what he was going to do now, but he knew that he was going to kill Niall and Louis if he ever saw them again.
    Some friends they were. Just leaving him alone to deal with this by himself. If he ever saw them again, he would make sure they got what they deserved.
Zayn glances up when he hears the door open and then sees the 2 officers from before enter the small windowless room. After a few seconds, he looks back down at his hands, playing with one of his silver rings, not showing any interest in them.
"Well, you got off easy this time," one of the guards tells him after they closed the door behind themselves.
"I wouldn't say that," the other scoffs. "Mr. Payne wants to see you and talk to you himself," he adds.
"Yeah but he doesn't have to deal with us," the first officer says jokingly. Zayn rolls his eyes. He sits quietly staring up at them with an unamused frown.
"Cmon. Get up," one of them tells him but Zayn doesn't move. "Up!" He repeats as he shoos Zayn who still refuses to move. The other guard groans frustratedly and yanks Zayn to his feet. Zayn sighs angrily and is pushed out of the room.
He is led through the huge, modernly-designed lobby to the front desk. A middle aged man looks up at them from his computer. "He needs to see mr. Payne," the guard explains, nodding toward Zayn who stood between the two guards. The man nods and tells them to continue on.
They drag him to an elevator and take it to the 6th floor, where the main office was.
When they get out they are greeted by a short, beautiful woman wearing thick rimmed glasses and a tight skirt.
    "You can watch him?" A guard asks her.
    "Of course," she assures them as she glances over at Zayn with a smile, taking him in. "There's no need for the handcuffs. Come on. What is he? A murderer?" She requests in disappointment.
    Zayn looks at the officers with a smug grin and holds his hands out toward them expectantly. One of them sighs and takes out the key to unlock Zayn's wrists.
     "Thank you," he mutters as snobbishly  as possible as he rubs his sore, red skin.
     "If he tries to do anything, call us and we'll take care of him," he instructs. Again Zayn rolls his eyes.
     "We'll be fine," she assures them with a smile as she adjusts the tablet in her arms.
     "Don't test us  and try anything, boy, got it??" The meaner guards demands, staring intimidatingly down at Zayn.
      "What the fuck am I gonna do?? Jump out the fucking window??!!" Zayn asks sassily, holding his hands out to the side.  He realizes that didn't sound like a bad idea....The officer sets his jaw, holding back his anger.
     "Come on, Jones, he's not our problem anymore. Let Payne handle it," the other officer says as they get back on the elevator again and disappear.
      Zayn stands staring at the wall longingly. He had no clue why he was here and wished more than anything that he could leave. After a couple minutes, he glances over his shoulder and sees the young woman occasionally looking up at him from her desk. Every time they make eye contact, he looks away awkwardly. Finally, she smiles and stands up, walking over to him. He shoves his hands in his pockets and tries to ignore her.
     "Hi. We haven't formerly met yet," she states, standing next to him. "I'm Veronica, by the way," she introduces, holding her hand out welcomingly.
     "Zayn," he mutters as he shakes her hand.