Prisoner of His Heart [Dark Zayn Malik Fanfiction]

Chapter 3

 Bella’s P.O.V

Settling into Natalie’s life was easier than I thought it would have been. She had been nothing but accepting and accommodating, always trying her best for me to fit in. And I could never repay her for what she had done for me. I was finally starting to settle down and start over my life, forgetting about the miserable times from my past.

I had decided that I would get a job to help Natalie out with the rent, and put good use to my undergrad degree in English. I applied at Frank’s Publishing Firm and managed a decent position as Frank’s assistant. It wasn’t the best job an aspiring writer would want, but it was a stepping stone.

Frank was a nice guy, in his mid-50s. He was extremely kind and polite, but when it came down to business he was the perfect leader. He didn’t take anything less than perfect from anyone.

My weekdays were pretty busy but I had my weekends to do whatever I wanted. I didn’t know anyone else than Natalie and a couple other people from work, so I usually stayed at home. But Natalie, being the social butterfly that she is, went out almost every night!

So when I came home from work on Friday, it wasn’t surprising that Natalie was getting ready to go out. “Why won’t you come with me Bella? I’m sure my friends will adore you. And I know this really cute guy, Drake, you guys would be totally cute together”, Natalie pouted as she applied another coat of lip-gloss to her already shining lips.

“Thanks for the offer Nat, but I’m not into the whole dating thing for now. I think I’m just going to take a shower and then go to bed, I’m extremely tired”. Natalie didn’t like my decision, but in the end she got tired of convincing me, and left. Before she left though, she didn’t hesitate to lecture me that the next time she went out I’d be forced to come with her.

After she was gone, I went to my bedroom and quickly took my clothes off and hopped into a relaxing shower. Before my skin could shrivel up like a grape, I got out and changed into my comfy pyjamas, and decided to watch a movie.

As soon as I had gotten comfy on the sofa, I heard shouting outside in the hall of the apartment building. “You thought you could escape me? I’m going to kill you, very, very slowly. I’ll make an example out of you, so that no one else ever tries to deny me of what I want”, a cold British voice shouted.

I don’t know why, but just hearing that voice made chills go down my spine. It brought out memories that I had tried so hard to keep buried deep inside of me. My heart skipped a beat, and it felt as if my lungs refused to take in oxygen. I was immobile on the sofa, and even though I wanted to run away, and hide somewhere, I was too terrified to move.

I heard a different voice now; this one seemed to have an Irish accent. “C’mon mate, don’t kill ‘em. I’m sure he has the money. Don’t you Davis?” This voice, who I was pretty sure belonged to a male, had a different tone than the one I heard before. This one had a tinge of desperation in it. As if this person wanted to help the person being threatened. “Stay out of this Niall!” The same voice with the heavy British accent growled.

And then, suddenly, I heard the sound of a fist meeting with a person’s face. And boy did I know that sound all too well. I just couldn’t sit here and not help the person who was in trouble.

 So mustering up all of the confidence I had, I got off the couch and very quietly tip-toed all the way to the door. The door creaked a bit as it opened, and I held my breath, praying that whoever was outside didn’t hear me. But luckily I went by unnoticed.

As I peeked my head out of the door, I gasped at what I saw. A tall guy with muscular arms was holding another smaller guy, who I’m guessing was Davis, by the throat against the wall and was repeatedly smashing his fist into his stomach. There was also another guy, with blonde hair, whom I was guessing was this Niall character, was just standing to the side, neither joining the fight nor trying to stop it.

I turned my gaze to the boy who was punching the shit out of Davis. He was well built, and his muscles were showing from beneath his white t-shirt. He wore a black leather jacket, and black tight jeans. His hair was styled into a quiff, and from what I could see, it looked like he had tattoos all over his tan skinned arm. “Please, please let me go. I need time; I’ll get your money to you as soon as I can”. I whimpered just by hearing the pain and desperation in Davis’ voice.

All of a sudden, the boy with the tanned skin turned around, and as soon as his eyes found me, he gave me a heart stopping glare. And this wasn’t the happy, loving heart stopping type of look. His look made my heart stop out of fear. It was as if he knew every single one my fears and he converted them into one menacing glare.

He took a step toward me and I jumped back. His brown eyes met my brown ones and we stared; brown to brown. He shook his head and spoke to me in a gruff, cold voice, that sends chills through my whole body, “What are you staring at, sweetheart?”