Zayn's P.O.V
I was all alone in God knows where and I was worried. Not about me...but about Niall.
His blue eyes and bright white smile reremincing in my head.
I heard a loud thump coming from the room next door and was hoping wishing and praying that Styles wasn't hurting Horan right now.
Some came into my room next and I saw that they had a razor blade in one hand and a shank in the other.
"Malik...you were a very bad boy for trying to save stupid little Horan in there."
"Shut up."I stated hoarsley.
"You know I don't think you understand....I don't have to listen to you."
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
I then broke the ropes and ran out of the room. When I got to Niall's room I saw that he was LITERALLY gushing blood.
"Niall...are you...okay?"
"No...not....really."
I realized that Styles had forgot to tie Horan back up so I grabbed him in my arms and jumped out the window.
"Don't worry mate..you'll be safe momentairly."
