Difficulty-A Zayn Malik and Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 18-Zayn's Past

Zayn's POV

I woke up jumping as I heard the loud clap of thunder and rain lapping against the windows.

I groaned as I looked at the clock near the TV, it was 9:00 much to early to be getting up on a Sunday morning.
But then I looked down noticing that there was something out of place, Cassey was out of my arms.

I knew by the empty feeling in the house that she wasn't even close to the house let alone in it.

I jumped up and started searching through all the rooms, my fears were confirmed, she was gone.

I put Jeans on and ripped a shirt over my head.
I jumped into my Red Jeep feeling anger build up inside of me I had this feeling.

I raced down the streets not caring if I slipped over the roads as I was turning into Harry's driveway and nearly hit his car.

I banged on the door as hard as I can and broke in when the door only opened a little.

"What the hell are you doing here!" a small snooty voice said, I looked down to see a blonde girl holding the door I had just broke into open.

"I mean....do you like what you see?" she said closing the door and runing her hands down her barely clothed body.

"Do you want to go upstairs or we could do it right here in the front room" she said starting to unclip her bra.

"Where's Harry!"

"I don't know where the Fuck Harry is go find him yourself!" she spat stomping past me
I searched the house walking past a lot of girls like the first one with little to no clothes on.

"Hey come for a good Fuck?" one said as she walked in front of me running her hands around the collar of my shirt.

"I can give you a small discount handsome." a girl without any clothes on said from one of the bedrooms in the upper level of the house.

I didn't get how a normal sized looking house could hold so many people.
"hello there Cutie" a blonde said latching her body to mine, Right away I ripped her boney body from mine and threw her to the floor.

Giving her a cold disgusted look I could see the fear in her eyes and the loud house became extremely quiet.
All of the girls shrank into the dark rooms closing the doors and I proceeded down the hallway making a right into the only door that remained open.

"Well hello there Zayn"
"Harry" I gritted my teeth, just looking at him made me want to hang him by his pretty little head of hair.

"Let me se-" I cut him off by grabbing the corner of his shirt collar and slamming his body against the wall.
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!" I yelled, Its not like anyone could hear over the rain and the claps of thunder plus it's a pretty shitty neighborhood things happen every day around here.

"I don't know, And you know what...I don't give a fuck either.
I don't see why you should she's just another whore, You don't know her Zayn, not the real her anyway."

He laughed slightly
"Your going to be so pissed when you find out that your good little Bitch that you've gone soft for isn't so good after all. In fact she is Just like...YOU!"
I felt a sting in the upper part of my leg and I looked down just to see Harry push whatever liquid was in the large silver syringe and pull it out.

My hands released from Harry's collar. He smoothed out the wrinkles That had been created by my fists, the image started to twist and turn, everything in the back of Harry was blurry and disoriented.
My feet felt as if they where nailed to the ground until.

"Zayn?" I whipped around only to barely be able to make out the figure of a Woman, The voice sounded familiar and it soothed my troubled mind.
But she started to walk away....no she wasn't walking she was running.

I stumbled out into the dark quiet hallway
"Zayn." this time the blurry figure was standing at the end of the hallway and she sounded as though she was crying.
"No!" I yelled as I watched the figure throw herself down the steps going into the living room.

I stumbled down the steps as fast as I could seeing twisted images of almost naked girls shrinking into the corners of the room as if they were afraid, Afraid of me.

I looked right and Left but I couldn't see the blurred figure I ran out the front door, feeling my clothes get soaked through "WHERE Are You!" I yelled.

"DONT BE AFRAID COME OUT!" I pleaded

"Zayn?" I span around, I saw the blurry figure stepping out of the house into the rain.

The image I was seeing before me was getting clearer and less twisted as she started to get closer to me.
And when she touched me, wrapping her hands around my neck my mind was totally clear but my body got even more weak, that's how I always have felt around her.

"Cassey" I breathed starting to wrap my arms around her.

"Be Carful! Don't touch me, Or I'll fade"
She warned me, my hands fell loosely at my sides.

"Find me Zayn, please don't give up." she whispered. I was drenched by the rain but she was dry and I could smell a small hint of a warm vanilla smell that made my heart want her.

"See I told you, you have a heart." she giggled placing her hand over the place where my heart was.
"It only beats for you"

"No Zayn you are capable of Loving other people...other girls." she said cupping my face with her hands.

"No! I can't I Will Find You and we will be together." I said removing my head from her hands.

"I said find me Zayn I didn't say that I would be alive" she whispered
"And I'm coming very close to slipping away."

"I Will Find You, and stop saying things like that." I said connecting my lips with hers and wrapping my arms around her.
Soon I felt her presents no longer, I opened my eyes to see she was...faded. Gone once again."

I felt the strength build up in my body once again and I ran out of the weather and into the house.

"Ah I see your back." I span around seeing Harry lounging on the leather couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

"Harry You Better tell me where the Fu-"

"I don't have her" he casually said

"But you know where she is?" I questioned and by the large grin that spread out on his face confirmed it.

He briskly stood up walking to the next room.
He stopped at a tall filing cabinet
"Now we all know no one ever does anything for free" He said pulling a file out and flipping through the documents.

"Still working for the same man?" I questioned disgust playing throughout my words.
"Yep I've been working for him since I was eight and my parents abandoned me, I don't plan on leaving him now."

My mind flipped to the past when I was just a little boy. We never Celebrated Birthdays or Any holiday for that matter.

Their was to many kids, a new one would come in every day.
And they were each trained to do some sort of task, Thieves and Prostitutes mostly.
But me and Harry were different, He was the Heir to the company.
When the Boss dies he takes over.
And I had the Task of
"Killing For A Price"

That's what the boss liked to call it, it's blood money, Killing someone that some rich bastard wanted dead or who didn't pay up to the boss on time.

I never in my entire life have gotten caught and when I left, the Boss couldn't exactly threaten me because he would be gone without anyone expecting a thing.

But that was me Two years ago and as Harry handed me a single piece of paper I knew I would have to become that person again.

Hope it wasn't too short leave a comment and vote please Beautiful Readers! oh and who is your favorite
Zayn Harry Louis Niall Liam? Mine is Zayn Obviously haha love ya! oh and what do ya think of Zayn's POV?