The Fighter

Chapter Twenty-Four

 Zayn and I have been talking for the past two hours and I've learned a lot about him. I saw how happy he was when he'd mention his family. His eyes would light up, as he'd relive the memories. 

 

I haven't seen Niall or Ariana since we've gotten here, and I'm a bit worried. I've only drunk one cup of alcohol just in case something happens and I'll be alert. I misplaced my phone, but I'm almost certain it's in Niall's car. At least I'm hoping it is, I can't afford a new one until I find another well-paying job. 

 

My stomach was turning and I felt as if I was going to throw up. The alcohol was affecting me in strange different ways. "Zayn, I'll be back in a bit I need to go to the bathroom," he smiles and nods.

"I'll be here." 

 

I dodged through the crowd of sweaty, drunken teenagers grinding on each other. Everyone seemed to be ignoring my 'excuse me' and shoving me instead. I saw a set of stairs and decided to see if the bathrooms were up there. 



Multiple couples were blocking the entrance to the stairs as they kissed like it was the last they'd ever have. 

 

As I passed multiple doors, I opened them to see which was the one I was looking for. Some were locked, others needed to be locked. I finally came across the bathroom. I felt my way around the room, searching for the light. 

 

 "Need some help?" I heard Zayn but I couldn't see his face. In panic, I turned in circles searching for him. 



"Goodness, don't scare me like that again." I grabbed my chest, trying to slow down my pulse that I could hear beating rapidly in my ears. 



 His figure came into view, but the shadows blocked his face. I saw a grin grow across his face, "Sorry love, I thought you got lost. I guess my assumption is correct, is it?" With every step he took towards me I took two back. 

 

 "Zayn, you're scaring me. I really have to pee," there's nowhere else for me to go. I'm in-between Zayn and the wall. A huge part of me is really hoping this is a sick joke. Maybe Liam made it up so he can get back at me for leaving him. 



 "Don't worry Nessa, I won't hurt you." 



 I felt around my pockets, there's a bit of hope in me that wants my phone to magically appear in my pockets.

"Are you looking for this?" He lifts my phone in the air while smirking. "Ah, what is this? A text message from... Liam." His teeth show as bites his lip while tapping the screen with his two thumbs. "How's this sound, 'Go home, I never want to speak to you again, you're a fucking ass,' is that something you'd say?" 

 

Yeah, to you it is. 

 

"How'd you even get my phone?" 

 

"Let's keep that a secret for now," he's face to face with me now. Never in my life have I ever felt this scared and uncomfortable. His finger traces my jaws as his other lays on the wall. "Has anyone ever old you how pretty you are?" His hand moves to my hair, caressing it. 



 "Come on now Zayn, you're just drunk. Please, let me go." His minty breath blows on my face as he chuckles. 



 "I don't drink, Vanessa. I had a cup of water while you drunk the alcohol. I thought you'd lose control over yourself but you seem sober," he sighs "but that will only make this even more fun." He leaves from in front of me, closing the door and trapping me in the dark with him. I have no way out. "Do you prefer lights," he flicks on the lights and smiles, "or no lights," he turns them off. 



"How about letting me go?" I try to show no evidence of fear. 



 "Have you always been this funny?" He flicks the lights back on, making his way towards me. His tall, lean body is pressed up against mine and I feel like I can barely breathe. "Well you're certainly no help at all, making me do all the work." He easily lifts up my shirt, removing his immediately. His hot breath hits my neck as he kisses it, leaving his saliva after each kiss. I have nothing else to do. He's far too strong for me, and nobody will hear my screams over the loud music. “Oh look, your precious little boy is calling, should we answer it?”