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thirty seven

i didn't know what to do. my mind was racing and my heart was beating ten times the speed of my mind. i stood frozen, my body unable to move as we heard the voice behind us and a simple click which we knew if we made the wrong move, someone was gonna get seriously hurt. i was too terrified to move an inch and i couldn't tell how zayn was feeling. his hands were still on my hips and i was facing away from him, my hand still gripping the railing on the stair case as when we were stopped right in our tracks.

i didn't know who it was, but i knew what he wanted and i knew why. daren couldn't get to me, he was locked up at the moment so of course he sent someone who's probably just as equally as crazy as him after me to do his dirty work. and i didn't know exactly what he would do, but i knew whatever his intentions were, they weren't good. the feeling made my stomach knot, and my limbs tremble. i couldn't think straight, all the scenarios were playing out in my head and it was driving me crazy.

i don't know how long we'd been standing here, but when i felt zayn start to move his hands from my hips, i immediately stopped him by grabbing one of his hands and shaking my head as tears sprung out from my eyes, creating a stringing sensation in them. i didn't want him to let go. but apparently the guy behind us had other ideas, as a growl of annoyance was heard and suddenly zayn's ha d was ripped away from mine. i barely had time to cry out in protest before i was yanked backwards by the hem of my shirt, almost falling on my ass as i let out a startled scream, but i slammed into a hard chest behind me thankfully catching myself.

"get your dirty fucking hands off of him!" zayn hissed and started to walk towards us, but a gun was placed right against my temple causing zayn to stop immediately. tears leaked from my eyes as i watched him, trembling too afraid to speak, even though my mind was screaming for me to call out to him. i couldn't speak. there was a lump forming in my throat.

"come any closer and i'll blow his brain out." the guy holding me threatened. i watched zayn as his eyes shifted from him to me, and back to him.

zayn took away step forward, "you won't do it-"

i cried out as he jammed the gun harder against my temple cocking it back his finger awfully close to smashing the trigger, making my breaths become rapid as panic was rising in my chest. "do you really wanna test me? you must want your pregnant boyfriend and his baby to die tonight don't you?" he hissed.

before zayn could speak, i was finally able to and cut him off. "z-zayn don't. j-just listen to him please." i begged. i knew he would try to make rational decisions, but now was not the time for that. i know he wanted to be a hero, but i didn't want him getting hurt or worse. i wanted him to be safe. after all, this was all my fault. i just had to go and not only date a psycho but get pregnant with his child, and now this happens. i had to make the biggest mistake in my life. i wouldn't be able to love with myself if zayn got hurt trying to save me. zayn gives me i look and i look at him with pleading eyes. "please." zayn clenches his jaw, but backs away and puts his hands up in cooperation.

mystery guy chuckles, "awe, how sweet of you. you're so whipped for him you'd do this? i'm touched." he says sickeningly sweet. zayn glares at him, with murderous eyes but he doesn't move. "too bad it all has to end. this little guy is coming home with me." he says, moving a strand of hair out of my face. my lip trembled as i shivered at how close his voice was to my ear. i could feel his breath on my neck.

"w-where are you gonna take me?" i asked hesitantly. but immediately regretted it and whimpered loudly as his finger dug into my neck.