Zayn's Maid

Chapter 3

He smirked at me as the staff huddled together, pulling me to my feet. They ushered me to the cooler, a tiny room in the attic that made you feel claustrophobic and nauseous.

Miss Whittington stormed in, slamming her hand on the small table that took up three quarters of the space.

"Do you realise what you have just done?" she spat in my face," do you?!"

I nodded," Yeah, I won't be sold to that perverted creep out there!"

She slapped me hard across the face, leaving me speechless and stunned.

"I hope your happy," she muttered, going to lock the door only to be interrupted.

"Wait," he said in his thick English accent.

He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame casually and looking me up and down. His fascination made me feel sick, " I'll put an offer on her."

My mouth fell open, Zayn Malik from the world famous rock band, One Direction, was offering to buy me. No chance.

"No!" I cried, walking up to him and pointing my finger at his face," I'm not going anywhere with you!"

Tears were streaming down my face, mixed emotions fizzling inside me. I couldn't leave Jade, she was like a sister to me. He hooked his finger under my chin, pulling it up so I was looking straight into his eyes. They were beautiful, but his gorgeousness would not fool me. I looked away quickly and he laughed, turning to face Miss Whittington again.

"I'll take her," he sneered.

I looked at her face, gobsmacked written all over her plump pink cheeks.

"Really? Oh...okay?" she breathed, bemused, "maybe we should wait till she's calmed down a bit, yes?"

"Calm!" I cried, "Calm?! I will never be calm, he is not taking me!"

"I don't think you have a choice baby," he said pouting.

They shut the door on me, locking it as I banged my fists against its wooden surface. They would do anything for money in this place.

"Jade!" I screamed, sinking to my knees and curling into a ball.

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It was dark by the time they came back for me, the moonlight streaming in through the tiny window on the ceiling. I was shaking from crying so hard, Zayn standing with a bag of my very few belongings in his hand.

"You ready babe?" he asked, looking down at me as chewing his pierced lip.

I looked up at him with my mascara streaked eyes, begging him to let me stay.

"Please..." I whispered as he lifted me to my feet.

He placed his hands on my hips, making me flinch. I acted like I was tough to cover up just how scared I was, I was just as fragile as Jade.

"I'll take care of you," he whispered in my ear, creeping me out.

I went to hit him but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down the narrow staircase. I kicked and screamed, trying to fight back. But he was too strong, holding me firmly and dragging me into the orphanage grounds. Jade stood by the gates along with a member of staff who was watching her carefully, tears pouring out of her.

"Jade..." I whispered, our bloodshot eyes meeting.

She threw her arms round me, Zayn's hand caught between us.

"Oh Perrie," she cried into my shoulder, her tears seeping through my jumper.

"I'm sorry," I breathed, feeling like I had failed her.

She held me out at arms length and smiled sadly, wiping my tears away.

"Good luck ," she said, slipping away with the woman who was ushering her back into the orphanage.

I stared after her, Zayn almost looking sympathetic as he sat me in his huge black four by four.

"I...I don't know what to say," he said, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, "I thought you would want to leave this place."

"Could you just...not say anything?" I begged, bursting into floods of tears as I looked down at my feet.

He sat looking at me for a while, giving up and reversing out of his parking space.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, keeping his mouth shut for the rest of the journey.