Monsters Inside Him (Completed)

Chapter 43: Zayn's POV

Chapter 43: Zayn’s POV

“Zayn!” I dropped what I was doing when I heard Eleanor call out for me. Both Louis and I immediately jumped to our feet.

“ZAYN! Hannah’s leaving!” What the fuck? My heart immediately stopped and I raced out of the kitchen into the foyer. My eyes met Hannah’s as the elevator doors began to close. She smirked at me knowingly. I ran forward, ready to shove my arm between the doors to prevent her from going anywhere, but I was one second too late. The fucking doors shut right in front of me.

“FUCK!” I shouted, slamming my fist into the wall next to the doors. Didn’t she know what was awaiting her out there?

I still remembered clearly when we came home from the store and the boys were waiting. They played a voicemail for me- from a man I hadn’t heard in four years- a threat I had been expecting, yet caught me off guard at the same time.

Before I never had anyone in my life that could be a weakness for me.

‘I would watch your girl, if I were you, Malik.’

They wanted Hannah.

The fucking Sharks want my girl.

“She’s fine. Just go get her once the lift comes back.” Louis spoke up from behind me. I spun around so quickly that it would have made me dizzy had I not already been seeing red. My eyes zoned in on his protective grip on Eleanor.

“How do you fucking know that, Lou? You heard the threat!!!” I shouted at him, jabbing my finger at him. Louis put his hands up in surrender, briefly letting go of El.

“Look, Zayn. Calm down. The lift’s on its way back up.” He tried to comfort me. Well, fuck him.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN HANNAH’S IN DANGER!” I yelled pushing his chest so that he stumbled back. His eyes narrowed at me. His hand reached out and nudged Eleanor behind him. I watched Harry and Niall stand up in the corner of my eye, ready to separate me and Louis if I lost my temper, which I have quite a track record of doing.

“If Eleanor were in danger we both know that you wouldn’t be fucking calm.” I seethed, trying as hard as I could to steady my anger.

Hannah forced me to do that. For some reason she made me want to be a better person. And I don’t fucking know why she made me that way. She made me stop taking my fear out on Louis and she wasn’t even in the fucking room. Fuck her.

“You’re right. I’d be freaking out too. Now, get on that fucking elevator before she gets too far.” He commanded. I offered him a nod in appreciation and stormed off.

The elevator ride took forever. I paced the entire time. When it finally arrived at the lobby, I didn’t even have to push people aside to clear a path for me. I headed off in the direction of the financial building Hannah interned at.

If something had happened to her, I don’t know what I would’ve done. A killing spree perhaps? I could barely control my anger as it was. Without her with me, I would go insane. Literally.

I couldn’t remember life before her.

She made it three blocks.

She made it three blocks away from my apartment before I caught sight of the back of her head. Her long blonde hair swayed as she strutted quickly on the sidewalk. My anger set aside for a moment so I could let my eyes travel up and down her body. Her pencil skirt hugged her ass, my mouth twisted up into a smirk.

She annoyed the fuck out of me. She never followed directions. She constantly put herself in danger. But damn, she was hot. She wasn’t skinny like Danielle and Eleanor or tall. She was much smaller than me, which I liked, and she had sexy curves without being chubby.

Perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

When I caught up with her, I waited a moment to take in my surroundings. I needed to make sure no Sharks were here. My hand reached out and grabbed her arm. Quickly, I yanked her back, making her stumble into my chest. Her small body’s force didn’t make me budge at all. I wrapped my arms around her frail waist and squeezed her a little.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Darlin’?” I growled in her ear. No matter how hard I try or what I do, she couldn’t seem to grasp the fact that my word is law. She wasn’t allowed to just leave like that.

“To work.” She hissed. Her tiny elbow came back and slammed into my stomach. I let out a grunt of pain, but I didn’t let go of her. She’d run as soon as I loosened my grip.

“I don’t think so.” I spun us around so I could slam her up against the brick wall of a nearby building. I had to keep my composure when I saw her wince in pain. I hated making her hurt, but I had no other choice. I didn’t know how else to make her cooperate.

“Don’t you know how dangerous it is for you to be out here?” I hissed, making sure to bend over so I could be eye level with her. I noticed her hands trembling and her throat move as she swallowed a bile. I was scaring her. Good. That was the purpose of my actions, but why was that so disappointed in myself for making her afraid.

“No, I don’t, stupid cunt. How the hell am I supposed to know what’s going on when you’re fucking keeping things from me!” She snapped back at me. Her fear completely overpowered by her bravery and stupidity. I ignored the urge to smile proudly.

Hannah’s feisty attitude was one of the things I loved about her. But it’s also one of the things that drove me insane.

“The fuck did you just call me?” I snarled, slamming her up against the wall again. Sometimes, even when I wasn’t completely controlled by my rage, I couldn’t help but hurt her. She never thought things through, I had to show her there were consequences. I was afraid that if I didn’t harm her as punishment, worse things would happen.

Like the Sharks could get their slimy hands on her.

“Do you need an ear piece, Grandpa? I think you heard me.” She responded. I felt her thin hands slam against my chest with the goal to push me backwards and away from her, but her small hands did not damage. I barely even flinched. My strength was no match for her.

“Let’s go.” I hooked my hands around her wrist like handcuffs and began to drag her back to my- I mean our- home. She fought with me the entire time. Staying true to Hannah’s attitude, she spewed curses along the way.

Of course no one stopped me along the way. No one dares to fuck with Zayn Malik.

Except the Sharks.

“If I’m going to have to drag you into the elevator then we’re gonna have a fucking problem. Do you understand, Darlin’?” I shook her a little to get my point across. She rolled her eyes.

“I guess we’re gonna have a fucking problem.” She spat as she continued to fight against me. I narrowed my eyes at her. I had to work hard to control my anger enough so I didn’t beat her in front of everyone in the lobby like I wanted to.

I wasn’t that person any more. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.

“Darlin’, I think you’re gonna wanna reconsider.” I warned her. She was really pushing it, but I should’ve expected Hannah to not behave. It just isn’t her style.

“Bite me.” She hissed. I shoved her into the lift and pressed my body against hers, trapping her to the wall.

“Don’t tempt me, Darlin’.” She smirked back up at me. She thought I couldn’t read her, but I knew exactly what she was about to do, just before she was about to do it. I quickly jammed my hand against her knee, which was jerking up towards my crotch. I forcefully shoved her leg back down and grabbed her shoulders.

“Nice try.” She gulped nervously. I slammed her body back against her wall of the lift as it carried us back up to my penthouse.

“Zayn, I-”

“Shh. Just shut your pretty mouth before it gets you into most trouble.” She scoffs and struts past me and into the apartment, brushing my shoulder on her way. I spun around and followed her out right on her heel.

I saw Eleanor shoot Hannah an apologetic look from where she sat on Louis’s lap. Eleanor had nothing to be sorry for. Unlike some people, she did what she’s supposed to.

“Hannah! We’re not done talking!” I shouted after her. She spun around and looked me square in the eye. Not one ounce of fear was shown in her eyes though I knew it was there.

“Unless you want to tell me what’s going on, then this conversation is definitely over.” She spat. I wanted so desperately to tell her about the threat, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to scare her. I didn’t want to make her worry.

Plus, knowing Hannah, her reaction would just put her in further danger.

Louis was able to tell Eleanor because she’s rational. And because he’s a fucking pussy who couldn’t keep his trap shut.

Liam didn’t tell Danielle because she would have been terrified. The poor girl shakes in our presence enough as it is.

Plus, the threat was directed at Hannah, not the other girls. No one really knew about Eleanor and Danielle. Harry and Niall slept with and marked so many girls they blend in with the rest.

Not my Hannah.

Hannah had made herself known to everyone, even my enemies.

I let her walk away from me, not having the heart to argue with her any more knowing that her association with me had put her life in danger. She’s my girl and it was my fault those assholes were after her.

“Thank God she’s ok.” Liam muttered. Danielle nodded in agreement, not saying anything as usual.

“You should keep her on a leash, mate.” Niall joked. I looked up at him, hoping the darkness in my eyes was enough to shut his piehole. We may be friends, but I was sick of my mates saying shit like that about my girl.

The rest of the evening was tense. Hannah was still obviously pissed at me for not telling her what was going on, so I ignored her. I’d rather pretend she wasn’t there than acknowledge her and end up doing something I’d regret.

I wasn’t that person anymore.

“Are we having dinner or am I excluded from THAT, too?” Hannah snapped from the door. I felt guilty, but she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know; Danielle was left out of the loop but she preferred it that way.

“Enough, Darlin’.” I snapped at her. She knew I was working on my anger, yet she insisted on pushing my buttons anyways. I curled my fists on the arm rests of my chair and counted to ten under my breath. Apparently that was some shit method that was supposed to help with my anger.

Complete bullshit.

I still wanted to slap her across the face. Her beautiful, porcelain face.

Something’s seriously wrong with me.

But something’s seriously wrong with her too, because she stayed.

“What are you going to do, fight me?” She challenged, looking for any way to act out or get attention.

“That an invitation?” I countered through clenched teeth. As much as her independent attitude turned me on, it also pissed me off to no end.

She let out an angry huff and turned on her heel, storming into our bedroom. I smirked in victory and relaxed my tense muscles. I made it through an argument without violence. It felt good.

About an hour and a half later, Eleanor stood up.

“I think I’ll check on Hannah. She’s been awfully quiet.” I looked up at the brown haired girl in surprise. It was odd that my girlfriend go this long without causing some problem. I watched El and Danielle sway out of the living room and down the hall.

I waited a moment before standing to follow them. Before I could even make a move to leave the room, Danielle let out a blood curdling scream. All five of us ran into my bedroom faster than I thought possible.

Danielle and Eleanor stood in the middle of the room, their faces white and their mouths open in shock. Liam and Louis immediately rushed to their sides.

Those lovey dovey relationships disgust me.

Hannah and I didn’t need to be like that. We got each other.

I let my gaze travel around the room. Hannah was nowhere to be found, but the window was open. She fucking left me again…

I started to see red. I had the sudden urge to hurt someone. When I got my hands on her I’d ring her neck I swear to god. I’d make it so she’d never be able to walk again. I’d-

“Zayn, mate. Look at this.” Harry waved a piece of paper in front of my face. I snatched it out of his hand and took the chance to look around.

The room was a mess.

The bed was unmade, the duvets strewn all over the floor. A chair was turned over, and papers scattered the room. The curtains were ripped from around the window. A small dent was imprinted into the wall next to the bathroom. It looked like a tornado swept through.

She fucking threw a temper tantrum and ran away. I’ll kill her. I’ll fucking kill her.

“You should read it mate.” Harry urged. I let out a growl and moved my eyes down to the paper. Written in a messy scrawl was a very simple note.


You have 48 hours.


It was so simple, but it meant so much. Niall took it from my hands carefully and passed it around to the other guys.

I couldn’t even pay attention to them. I was too frozen. My body stiff in shock. My heart nearly frozen in fear.

They took her.

I should’ve realized before. The room was a mess- Hannah would never go without a struggle. But how could the Sharks just come and take her right from under my nose? We didn’t hear a fucking peep.

I crumpled my fists up and slammed them into the walls, decorating them with small, permanent craters. I let out a shout and flipped over the armoir full of her clothing.

Liam and Louis rushed Eleanor and Danielle out of the room.

“We’ll get her back, Zayn. Don’t worry.” Niall patted my back.

“She’s a fighter, mate. She’ll be fine.” Harry said seriously from where he stood inspecting the window.

“They’re dead. All of them. Dead."