12.24.07

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5pm - 06/17/2017

Dylan and I watch the entrance of the other store through the window. We also pretend to look at the clothes, so we don't get kicked out.

"How did he find us?" Dylan asks.

I inhale trying to keep calm because he's been asking a lot of questions. "I don't know, Dylan."

"They've been in there for a while now." he points out.

He's right. Security hasn't even come, so I'm guessing it didn't end badly. An employee walks up to us and asks us if we need help. We decline and walk to a different section. Zayn was taking way too long, so I grab Dylan's arm about to leave. I jump when Zayn was standing right in front of us when we turn around.

"What the hell, Zayn?" I gasp. "How did you know we were here? What happened?"

"Harry willingly left, but if he saw you through that window like I did then he would've went after you." Zayn tells me.

"He really left?"

"I know he left the store, but I don't know about the mall. He probably won't leave because he knows we're still here." he says, leading us out the store to a near bathroom. "Here, change then we're out of here."

Zayn hands me a bag and I enter the ladies room. I open the bag once I get into a stall and pull out the clothes I just tried on earlier. I quickly strip down and change into the outfit. I exit the stall, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and I looked tired which I was. I hadn't had a decent night of sleep in a very long time.

A woman walks in while I stared at myself. She looks under the stall doors then walks up behind me. Suddenly, a cloth was over my mouth and nose. There was a sweet smell along with a burning sensation and I feel my eyes fall close.

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5:41pm - 06/17/2017

I groan, lifting my head up and look around the moving vehicle. My hands were tied behind my back, my mouth was taped shut and I was in between Zayn and Dylan. They were in the same position as me, but it seems like they were awake long before me.

Zayn looked annoyed and angry. He stares at me then rolls his eyes. I furrow my eyebrows, wanting to know what he was thinking. Then I feel a hand slide behind me and I softly shriek under the tape. He frantically shakes his head and I become quiet.

"What are you planning back there?" a man from the front seat asks, pointing a gun at us.

Dylan mumbles, shrugging his shoulders and the man turns back to face forward. Zayn and I look at each other and I feel his hand fiddle with whatever had my hands tied back. My hands are finally released, but then someone hits the back of this car. All of our heads spin around to see another car who hits us again.

"Speed up!" the man demands the woman who was driving.

The car zooms through the highway and we shift around in the back. Zayn wraps his arms around me and the man notices. He aims the gun at us and shouts.

"How'd you get out?" he asks.

Zayn rips the tape off his mouth, grabbing the mans wrist and twists it. The man screams in pain and Zayn snatches the gun, hitting the man over the head with it. The man grunts, knocking out in his seat. Zayn makes his way up to the front, shoving the man out of the car. I help Dylan out of the restraints when Zayn speaks.

"Jump out now or I'll force you out." Zayn demands, keeping the gun aimed at her.

"I-I'm driving." she argues.

"You obviously hadn't heard anything about me." Zayn shrugs. "Man, you spend years of your life with Des Styles and he doesn't mention you once." he laughs, glancing at us. "That is who you're working for, huh?" Zayn questions the woman. "Because this reeks of Des Styles."

The woman nods, slightly turning her head to look at Zayn. Then she lets go of the wheel lunging toward Zayn. The passenger door flies open and Zayn's head is hanging out. I jump up, grabbing ahold of the wheel and dodging other cars on the highway. I turn sharply, so the force helps pull Zayn back into the car. Zayn grips the woman's shirt, throwing her in the back seat. That gave me the chance to sit in the driver's seat to control the car.

I look in the rear view mirror to see Dylan watching Zayn fight the woman. Then I see the other car racing behind us. They pull up next to us and they roll their window down. Harry was sitting in the passenger seat, extending his arm and aiming a gun at me. I duck down, losing control of the car and the window shatters. The car swerves into another lane, hitting another car and we flip over onto the right shoulder of the highway.

Everything became a blur and the sound of passing cars echoed. I blink slowly, laying on the roof of the car that had shattered glass scattered across it. I look around to see the woman on top of Zayn with a shard of glass stabbed into her back. Dylan hung upside down because the seatbelt was holding him. His eyes meet mine, so I try moving, but I couldn't.

"Lucy, are you okay?" he asks, trying to unbuckle his belt.

"Luckily," I respond, finally able to flip onto my stomach. I nudge the girl, calling out Zayn's name. "Please tell me you're alive."

The woman is pushed aside and Zayn groans, touching a cut on his cheekbone. "I'm alright."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps circled the car. Those boots appear in my vision and I roll my eyes. He kneels down, looking at me through the broken window on the passenger side.

He starts tisking then laughs, "Someone needs to learn how to drive." he comments.

Next thing, Harry has his fingers wrapped around my ankles and he drags me. I scream, reaching for Zayn's hands. He keeps a strong hold on me and they tug me back and forth. The little bits of glass abrasive against my skin. I whimper in pain, looking into Zayn's eyes. I start kicking my legs, but Harry had a very strong hold.

"I'm going to have to let go." Zayn tells me and I shake my head.

"You can't just give up." Dylan fights, still hanging upside down.

"There's no way of getting out of this." Zayn argues.

"Zayn pleas-"

It was too late, I slip out of his hands and I'm dragged out of the car. I flip onto my back, kicking Harry away.

"Stop!" he orders, eventually containing my movements. He throws me over his shoulder and I hear him talk to his men. "You know what to do." he tells them then walks away.

I'm thrown in the back of the big SUV onto my stomach. He crawls over me to keep me down and ties my hands. Then he pushes himself off from on top of me and I hear his boots thump on the ground. He ties my legs together then shuts the door. I turn over, staring up at the roof until he got into the car. It was just me and him here. I was afraid of what will happen or what he'll do to me. Why didn't he take Dylan too? The whole point of this was because of Dylan, but he left him behind.

I sit up leaning forward. "Why won't you just leave us alone?"

"Shut up and get back down." he says, nudging me and I fall back.

"Are you taking me to your father?" I ask. "Those people work for him, but I'm assuming you want to take all the credit? You just really want your father's approval, don't you? You actually killed your people be-"

"I'm not taking you to him." he snaps. "I'm keeping you away from him."