Chapter 1
Running. I was running. From who, one might one ask, but I have absolutely no clue.
I could hear the quiet chirps of the birds in the high treetops, and other echoes of unknown creatures rang in my ears as I searched my surroundings. A forest. I must be in a forest.
"Where are you, you little bitch?"
Him. I have to keep running. I run at the pace of my pulse. Bum. Bum. I begin to run faster. I finally find a hidden cave, and quickly crawled inside on my hands and knees.
Bum.
Panting, I'm panting. Completely out of breath, as I stay still I can hear my pulse again.
"You know what? Hide. You can fucking rot in here for all I care. You wanna know why? Because you'll come back. I know you will. You belong to me. Only me." And with that, Zayn spun on his heel.
Goosebumps rose at the nape of my neck at the sound of his voice. The unshaven hair on my arms stand up. The air is cool, crisp, and silent. I close my eyes, and let my burning tears run silently down my pale face.
I woke up to the sight of tear stains on my pillow. What the hell was that? As I turned to get off the bed we shared, I recognized his face.
His beautiful face.
I watched as the crisp, rising sun kissed his beautiful plump lips with light. He was absolutely stunning.
His unruly, messy, black hair littered across his face, his sharp tan nose. His long, curled black eyelashes. The way his ripe, pink lips shine in the sunlight.
But I was owned by him.
Zayn Malik owned me. Freedom was to be never allowed here.
And still yet, as his gentle, hazel eyes fluttered open, as the curve of his lips curled into a smile, as he kissed me good morning, I suddenly realized the one thing that was keeping me at his feet.
I love him.
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