Captured (Larry Stylinson)(Student/Teacher)✔️

She's My Baby

HEY! See? I promised more would be up shortly... Anyway, this is a really... weird chapter. I know I've probably offended people before, but some of the stuff going to be said is really... bad. I hate writing like this, but sometimes I just have to. Um, something that happens for a short period actually happened to me. I won't say what part becuase I like to keep my stuff personal, so... Enjoy my little angel!!

Zayn's P.O.V.

Liam wrapped his arms around my waist as we exited the coffee shop. the cold, brisk air pinched and pricked at my skin, causing goosebumps to appear. Liam stumbled behind me, giggling. A sigh escaped my lips the longer we walked. Eventually he stood up properly and started walking beside me. Our hands were buried in our pockets as we walked around the neighborhood. We didn't talk, instead just listened to the leaves rustling and each other's heavy breathing.

We ended up at the 'dead' part of town, where all the jungies and drugies lived. It was only a mile or so way from where we lived, but it was nice to visit here. Even if it was so dnagerous we could die just by stepping past the yellow line, which seperated the good from the bad. Liam released a heavy sigh and slowed his pace. The visious sound of a gun firing and a girl screaming entered the empty air. Liam griped my sweatshirt. "Zee... We should leave." I shook my head. When Louis and I used to hang out here, this happened everyday. I needed to see what was wrong. "Zayn, don't you dare-" I didn't listen to the rest of his sentence as my feet began pushing against the cement, creating me to break into a sprint.

The sound of the girl's screams got louder, more scared. Anther gunshot. More screams. I slowed my pace so I was walking again. Footsteps pounded behind me. Liam appeared beside me, looking scared and, quite frankly, pissed. "You don't run toward the sound of gunshots, moron!" He sneered, slightly hiding behind me. "And you definetly don't leave me alone." Anther bullet. Liam jumped, frightened by the dangerous sound.

I inched toward the house-shack- where all the noise was coming from. My eyes peered through the ripped screen. A large, dark colored man was hoovering over a carmel-colored girl. She held a bright pink blanket close to her chest. Blood was dripping from the blanket and spreading across the floor. His thumb pulled the cock (It's the loader thingy, idk what there really called o.o) back. Slowly, he pulled the trigger back.

BAM! BAM!

Liam jumped as the sound burst to life again. The girl screamed in horror and clutched the blanket closer to her chest. What the hell was in that thing that made her want to protect it so much? He cocked the gun again, getting ready to fire. "Yo! Dude!" I yelled, opening the screen and stepping in. Liam hissed at me but followed my movments. The guy turned around, revealing his idenity. "Shark?" I said in disbelief.

Shark was one of the guys we met when we came. He was our typical get-up. But he was pretty cool, as well. Always stepping away from fights, breaking up fights, cutting the prices for drugs. He was probably the most chilled one here. And that includes the ladies. "Z-Man!" He hollered, tossing the gun, causing it to go off again. Liam jumped, letting out a soft squeal. "Who's whitey?" Liam cleared his throat, stepping from behind me.

"I-I'm... Liam." Shark shrugged, turning around and grabbing the girl by her arm, hoisting her up. Tears were still falling down at a rapid pace but she seemed to have calmed down knowing we were here. "W-Who are you?" Shark laughed loudly, his head tilting back as he did so.

"Listen, Kid, no one here knows my name. You think you will?" Kid was Liam's name here now, I guess. Shark turned his attention to me. "Who the fuck does he think he is, man?"

"My boyfriend, Shark. Are you going with Kid?" Shark nodded and turned to the shaking girl. "She?" He chuckled and started twirling with strands of her hair.