He's Too Dangerous-Zayn Malik

Chapter Eight- Guilt, hurt, unsafe

Yashita's P.O.V

"What the hell was that?" Jess hissed as soon as we stepped outside of the medical room. To be honest, I don't even know what it was myself, everything was a huge blur. "I don't even know.." I sighed, pushing open the door, heading towards the gates so I could walk home. "Ash.. Why do they keep following you?" Jess mumbled, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. "I don't know Jess, if I knew, I would of solved it by now.." I sighed, trying my best not to get angry at anyone today. I just can't process as to why they both get so protective over me, Zayn more than anyone. It just doesn't make sense. "Ill see you tomorrow okay?" Jess smiled, hugging my tightly before rushing off down her road. I shook my head and sighed. Why do I have to be the one to get caught up in all of this? Why can't I of just stayed away, like everyone said. I walked back home, opening the door before slamming it shut behind me. My mum was at work so I could have the house to myself. I ran my fingers through my hair, hissing at the contact against my bruise. "Great.." I mumbled aloud, stumbling into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some ice cream. Maybe if i watch a movie Ill feel better? I walked over to the DVD cabinet, picked out a few films before chucking on 'The Notebook' Something I use to watch with my dad when I was younger. I was just in the middle of the film, when a knock at the door stopped me from drowning myself in my own tears. I wiped my face, before setting down my ice cream and making my way to the door. I opened it up to see Zayn standing there with a bouquet of red roses.

"What?" I whispered, watching his face fall slightly at my question. "I want to say sorry..." He mumbled, pushing past me and making his way into the living room. He chuckled at the sight of the junk food, laid across the coffee table. I rolled my eyes, sitting on the sofa before turning of the telly, waiting for him to speak. He took a deep breath, holding my hands before speaking. "I.. I feel so so guilty about what happened today Ash... I never wanted to hurt you.." He mumbled, looking into my eyes as he spoke. He truly meant it, I could see it in his eyes that he meant every word of it. "Then why tell me to go away, leave you alone if you're going to fight for me?" I whispered, surprised by the question that just rolled off my lips like nothing. He shook his head, chuckling coldly. "you know why I tell you to go away, you know why I fight for you.. God Ash are you stupid?" He hissed, causing me to flinch slightly at his sudden change in tone. Its like something's eating him alive, nibbling away at his soul, and he's taking it out on me. "Wanna know what I think Ash? I think you're stupid for even thinking that I want you.." He snapped, standing up from the sofa before making his way to the front door, I followed him, anger boiling through my veins. "You think I wanted to fall for you? You think I wanted you to fight for me? I didn't want this Zayn. I just wanted you!" I screamed, sinking to my knees before letting out a soft cry. "I thought, after we kissed, you'd actually like me. But nope, I was wrong, yet again!" I screamed in anger, slamming my fists against the floor. I've never felt so angry, so alive before. 

"Ash you need to calm down.." Zayn whispered, pulling me up onto my feet. I couldn't control my actions, my words. I just hit him. I raised my hand, and connected it with his cheek before shouting something along the lines of "I fucking hate you!" Taken back by my own actions I started to walk backwards, until I hit the stairs. I sat down, watching Zayn cup his cheek, wincing at his fingers brushed against the red mark I left. He clenched his fists, tightening his jaw before grabbing the roses he left on the side, chucking them across the floor in anger. "You want me to go? Fine Ill go, but don't come crawling back to me when Harry's fucking taken you"!" He screamed, running out the door, making sure he slammed it behind him. I screamed into my hands as tears rushed down my face. If I wanted Zayn out of my life so much, why does it hurt so badly? Why do I feel unsafe, insecure? Its not like we were anything right? Then why do I feel as though my heart has been ripped out of my chest? I ran my fingers through my hair, hearing another knock at the door. "Zayn if you've come to say sorry then go away!" I screamed, running over to the door, flying it open to see Harry standing there. What is it with those two today? I rolled my eyes, moving out the way of the door so he could come in. He walked into the living room, sitting on the sofa before patting the space beside him. I hesitated at first, remembering everything that Zayn said. Then I realized he's no longer here. I sat beside Harry, seeing him run his fingers through his hair in frustration. "You've probably heard this from him next door but.. I am really sorry..." He chocked, tears welling up in his eyes. Either Harry's a good actor, or he really means it. 

"Harry, why does this keep happening?" I asked, curling up on the sofa beside him. He just shrugged, running his hands through my own hair. "I don't know... But I can promise you that Ill try my best to keep you from danger.." He whispered, kissing my cheek softly. Danger? What did he mean by danger? I looked up at the clock, realizing its almost 6, meaning my mum would be home any minuet. "My mum will be here soon, so... Sorry but you'll have to go.. "I mumbled, standing up from my place before walking over to the front door. "If you need anything, give me a shout.." He smiled, kissing the top of my head before walking down the drive way. I shut the door behind me, walking back into the living room. Why does this keep happening? I try my best to stay away from both of them, yet I still seem to find myself getting caught up in almost everything. Ever since I've moved here, everything's been manic, different. Its like I can't catch a break from anyone. 

"Hey Ash, can you go to the shops for me?" Mum asked as soon as she stepped through the door. I wouldn't usually mind going to the shops, but its dark outside and not having the protection of Zayn, kind of scares me. "Sure mum.." I smiled weakly, not trying to annoy my mum after a hard day at work. "I heard you got hit.." She mumbled, handing me some money. "Yeh, Jess sorted it out.. "I smiled, remembering Jess pushing Lindsey against the wall. "So I need some milk and you can pick yourself something for tea." she smiled kissing the top of my head before heading upstairs. I grabbed my phone quickly, messaging Harry telling him I'm popping to the shops, before slipping my phone in my back pocket. I don't wanna go, but I can't go against my mum. I chucked my coat on before heading out the door. The cool air hitting my face as I walked. I walked past Zayn's house, seeing his bedroom light was out. Which caused me to frown, usually Zayn's at home on a school night. As the wind blew I pulled up my coat even higher, walking into the shops to try and find something to eat. After finally finding something, I grabbed the milk, paid for it and walked straight out with no distractions. As I got further down the road, I heard a few people shouting from behind me. "Aye! Its Malik's girl!" One of the shouted, pointing towards me, the others laughed, causing the my skin to crawl. "No, she's Styles ain't she?" One of them asked, causing the rest to laugh once more. I tried to walk faster, urging to get home before anything happens. "Did your parents not tell you, its bad to walk out by yourself in the dark?" someone asked form the alleyway beside me, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. I turned my head to see Harry standing there, smirking at me. I rolled my eyes, chuckling along with him. 

"When you said you were going to the shops, I had to follow you to make sure you were okay..." he mumbled, blushing at the fact he just admitted it. But of course, not everything goes to plan right? Suddenly, two guys from before grabbed Harry in a headlock, everything happening so fast. Before I could react, a hand was thrown over my mouth as I dropped the shopping. I watched in horror as they beat Harry to the ground, spitting harsh words towards him. I looked up, staring at the guy who pulled Harry away from me, he looked a little like Justin, but it wasn't Justin. "McCann we gotta go, Malik's on his way.." One of the guys shouted, causing the Justin look alike to chuckle. He grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me into this black car. "W-Why are Y-You D-Doing this?" I stuttered, finally finding my voice. "Revenge..." The McCann guy smirked, starting the engine before racing off down the road. Wherever they were taking me, it wasn't safe. But right now, I just wished I never started that argument with Zayn, I should of just let him say sorry, then kissed and let him be on his way. Or just stayed away in general. Then none of this would of happened. Tears rushed down my face, my heart was beating out of my chest. I didn't know where I was, what was going to happen. But I just hope someone saves me, fast.

Zayn's P.O.V

"Malik, Styles was found in a pool of his own blood just down the road. He's still alive but he's got something to say.." Louis mumbled, rushing out the room before I could even reply. I didn't feel like dealing with Harry right now. Everything with Ash has just completely thrown me. I thought pushing her away would be best for both of us, but its killing me. For all I know Harry could have he, locked away in his attic or something. But with everything that's been going on I had no choice but to let Ash go. Its for the best, that way she doesn't get hurt. I pushed myself off the couch, walking through the door to find Harry standing there, his eye all busted up as well as his lip, he looked terrible. But why would he come here? He should know better right? "Its Ash.. McCann has her.." that's when everything changed.

~~~~~We finall have a Zayn's point of view! Vote and comment what you think.. Will Zayn believe Harry? Will they team up to get the girl?