Captured (Larry Stylinson)(Student/Teacher)✔️

Don't Cry

Hey love birds and panda butts. Just a quick story before we begin, last I was listening to music on my phone at say 1:40 in he he morning? And I'm reading, of course because I can't fall asleep without reading until 3 in the morning. I have a weird body. Anyway, I hear a noise coming from the stairs so when I go check it out, it's my dad holding MY teddy bear. (Yes I have a teddy bear, I get really horrible and scary nightmares and it soothes me.) I said "what're you doing dad?" And he looked up at me and said "I wanna watch a scary movie, but Jerry said I couldn't." So not only was my dad Afraid to go watch a movie, he also named MY teddy bear. So last night was freaking strange.... Now onto the story! Enjoy! (Also, I skipped a load of time in the story because I couldn't make a 3 month thing, that would be like 80 chapters without Louis or Zayn. So enjoy:))

*3 Months Later*

Liam's P.O.V.

"We've dropped all the charges seeing as you were enforced, but your going on probation. Or, house arrest. If you step even 50 feet from your house, we'll know. And we will be alerted about everyone that goes near your house. Is this all understandable, Mr. Malik?" Zayn stiffly nodded, awaiting for them to say he was free to leave. "And one last thing; you can go to the hospital every Monday and Friday. But only for an hour. Now, if all these regulations are understood, you're free to leave." Zayn nodded, signing the sheet he was previously reading. "Perfect. Have a good day, Mr. Malik."

"You as well, sir." He turned to me, taking note of my worried expression. "Let's go." He latched onto my hand and dragged me out. As we were walking toward the black mustang that had been delivered for his honor, a sickening feeling wrapped itself inside my stomach. "Ok, what's wrong?" He asked when we got to the car. Ignoring him, I went to open the door but he slammed it shut. "I asked you a fucking question, Liam. What. Is. Wrong?" My jaw set, fear stretching through my body again. Ever since that day in the jail when he punched me, he's been getting more violent and scary.

"I'm just... A little distracted." Zayn's eyes hardened as he shoved me against the hard metal, pressing his chest against mine. His fingers were curled around my wrist, keeping me firm against the car.

"What is distracting you, Liam?" When I didn't answer, he took this as a sign. "Are cheating on me, Liam? Do you have anther fuck-buddy on the side?" I shook my head, suddenly afraid of what he could do.

"N-no! Zayn! I would never!" Quickly, I cupped his cheeks and pressed our lips together, moving them slowly. He didn't resist and I tried my hardest to put everything I had into the kiss. My hands fumbled down to his waistband of his pants where I tried to pull them down a little. Zayn released a hot moan and pinned me harder against the door. "I think we should leave." I muttered against his lips, trying not to rip off every piece of clothing he had on him. He nibbled on my bottom lip before pulling away and getting in.

"Well let's go! I can't hold on for very long Liam!" I jumped in the car beside him and watched carefully as he pressed on the gas, gradually pushing down on it harder. I gulped.

"Zayn, baby, maybe you should... Slow down?" He laughed, a dark evil laugh. But he didn't do anything, just kept his foot perfectly still. "If you slow down I'll give you a blow job." I blurted, thinking of something-ANYTHING-that would keep me alive for this drive. Almost immediately he slammed on the brakes causing me to jerk forward. A loud groan ripped from both our throats as our heads connected with the surface in front of us.

"Jesus fuck, Liam. Your going to get us in a wreak." I thought twice about back talking, knowing the consequences wouldn't be good. Slowly and more safely, he started driving again. My heart rate returned to its normal pace as he turned the block.

Not even 5 minutes later we had arrived at Zayn's house and he had me pinned against his bed, half naked. He roughly shoved his lips onto mine, forcing his tongue down my throat. He rolled his hips making our members clash together. A moan forced itself from my mouth. Zayn sat up, now straddling me. "Do you like it when we play rough, Liam?" He purred, moving back and forth. I moaned again, not knowing how to answer the question.