ZAYN'S POV:
I pulled up to the old abandoned building, my palms sweating as I rammed my car door open.
If he's hurt Sophie I honestly don't know if I'd be able to live with myself. She's my world now. Her pain is my pain. Seeing her hurt is like getting rammed into by 20 pickup trucks.
I ran to the opening in the back, knowing I had a better chance of not getting caught that way.
When I ran through the all too familiar halls, I noticed how scarce the place was today. No prostitutes, no drug addict "employees"..
I pushed through what seemed to be 300 doors searching for her, when in reality it might've been 5. I needed her with me, where I knew she was safe. If only I would've kept an eye on her..
I heard a whimper sound through the hallway, followed by a loud bang.
"STOP MOVING!"
No no no.
I ran as fast as my legs would allow me, plowing into the bastard's office door.
SOPHIE'S POV:
Everything was blurry through my tears. I couldn't make out what was happening through my eyes, but I could feel all the pain.
I could tell I was completely bare, and I was being touched. I was about to lose myself against my will by a man I barely knew..
I tried to pretend his hands were Zayn's, but I just couldn't. Zayn's hands were soft with small little calloused fingers tips, Derek's were rough and hot. I didn't like it. I felt dirty.
Running footsteps made Derek stop his actions, but his hands never left my body. I tried to wiggle out of his grip, whimpering in the process, but he slammed his fist down by my head.
"STOP MOVING!"
The footsteps stopped and the door swung open.
Then everything went black.
ZAYN'S POV:
I stood by her bed, my hand holding her tightly in mine. I couldn't leave her sight.
I can't get the image of his hands on her body out of my head. The way he was touching her in places she's never been touched before.. My head started pounding at the thought.
When I got to her, just in time, Derek had her knocked out.
I would've done so much worse to him if he wouldn't have run. I knew I had to stay with her and help her, so while my attention was on her, he had his chance to escape.
But that won't be the case next time I see him.
I will kill him.
SOPHIE'S POV:
I woke up late in the afternoon. I could tell it was late because the sun was just shining through the window, making my head pound.
I hadn't realized I had been holding my head in pain until I felt a warm hand on my cheek, facing me a different direction.
"What hurts?" Zayn's voice spoke through, my attention turning to him immediately.
"My head.. The sun." I said leaning towards him instinctively.
"Oh, right.." He muttered, leaving his spot on the bed beside me to close my curtains.
I watched him move across my room with tense shoulders, the weight of what had happened obviously pressing on him.
"I know you're upset about what happened.. But can you just come hold me? Please." I practically begged of him. My voice was weak and so was I. I felt pain everywhere in my body.
The next thing I felt was Zayn's warm arms wrapping around my smaller body, pulling me into him.
I hid my face in his neck and let my breath even out. I couldn't quite get the feel of that evil bastards hands out of my mind.
Zayn seemed to sense my discomfort, his fingers trailing over my arms and shoulders, as if to wipe away the trail of anyone else's touch.
"I'm so sorry." Was all he said. We didn't speak, we just laid there trying to keep each other together.
I think we both know we're bound to lose it sometime soon. We've been through so much, on our own and together, that it's a miracle we've made it this far without cracking at all. We physically hold each other together so we can mentally hold each other together. That's just how we are with each other.
I know this situation is going to make Zayn even more protective of me, but I feel like I also don't mind that. I feel so unsafe by myself now, that I kind of want him with me at all times.. I know it's selfish, but is it really all that wrong? I mean, he makes me feel safe and protected.. And loved. I just can't bare to be apart from him.
We probably laid together in silence for an hour or so, before I remembered John probably hadn't eaten anything yet. And my mum wasn't coming home for god knows he much longer..
"John needs to eat something, I'll be right back-" I started, sitting up slowly despite the pounding in my brain.
"No no, I brought him to my mum's house. He's going to stay there until tomorrow with Aswin." Zayn spoke, pulling me back down into his body.
I relaxed at that. I knew what a relief that would be for me not to have to keep an eye on him while in this condition.
"Thank you." I spoke, pulling myself closer to his warmth.
"Don't worry about it love." He spoke, leaving a feather light kiss on my head.
"For everything." I finished, rubbing circles in his palm.
He didn't say anything. He just placed a strong kiss on my head, and we drifted to sleep.
ZAYN'S POV:
I woke up to Sophie's harsh mumbling beside me. She was jerking around and sweating profusely. She was having a nightmare.
"Sophie, wake up." I said earnestly, shaking her shoulders lightly.
"Please leave me alone.." she mumbled in her sleep.
"Sophie!" I called, louder this time.
"Z-zayn." She jerked, her eyes opening suddenly, searching for me in the darkness of the room.
"I'm right here baby.. Right here." I said, pulling her shaking body into my lap.
She was silent for a moment. Just the sound of her heartbeat, slowly getting back to normal. She held on to me tightly, clutching the thin material of my t shirt in her small hands.
"It was so real.. It was like Derek was right here again." She cried into my shoulder.
"He isn't going to fucking touch you ever again. I'll make sure of that." I growled, tensing up at the sound of his name.
I wanted to kill him. I've never felt that way about someone before. But I just know in that moment, I felt so much hatred towards him for laying a fucking hand on my girl. I will make sure he pays. He isn't getting away with this.
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FanfictionSophie has lived in Bradford her whole life. She lives with her mother and younger brother in their small home, while her mother works double shifts to pay for the house. Sophie and her mother haven't had an easy past. And it's starting to come back...