Do I Scare You?- [Zayn Malik AU]

Chapter 52. {One Way Or Another}

[Harry]

"Harry?"

I looked across the room to the two women sitting tied up to a wooden table, in the far corner of this dinar. I was currently on my phone do what I do best--which was to stalk Nikki. She hadn't updated her status for a whole 24 hours now--which isn't at all like her. I can't help think about her, even though she hates me. I've texted her every day that we've been apart. I'm quite lost without her.

I want to explain about those nights--those nights that I'm pretty sure on the three occasions, my drink was spiked. I couldn't control what I was doing at all. I thought I was having sex with Nikki. I remembered moaning her name a lot.

Oh... It's not use, though. She won't listen to my sad tale. Why can't I move on?

"Umm... yeah?" I answered, cautiously looking around the room for my 'partner'. I guess we're partners because he wants me to be on his 'side' and stuff--and I agreed and all... so yeah. But he does frighten me... sort of.

"You don't come across to me as a dangerous person. I can tell you don't want us to be held hostage. You know very well that you want to free us."

I narrowed my eyes at the brunette, Zayn's mother. I remember her form when in primary when she used to drop Zayn off to school. She was always pleased with him--all the time. I watched in envy as everything he did, was praised by her...

I didn't get praised. I got told by my own mother on several occasions to 'be more like that Mexican. Why can't you be more like him, Harry?'

My hatred for Zayn started then. We thought we would end up in different colleges and that everything would be fine, until we both ended up in the same one. The hate rose even more when I saw him, I don't know why he was even there, when he burst into the bedroom I was at this frat party I was at. I was with a bimbo--that's all I remember.

I don't remember anything more as to how she looked like or whatever. I just remember him standing so emotionless at the door, before walking out again. I shoved the bimbo off me, pulling on my clothes before running after him.

I made him swear not to tell a soul and eh promised, not for my sake, but because he didn't wan Nikki to get hurt. I knew she'd flip a switch if she found out, but I can't say that I'm grateful for him keeping that night a secret... because he caught me the second two nights as well. It was annoying and confusing because he was always there, at the wrong time.

I had my suspicions though, that he didn't like me. That he purposely spiked my drinks knowing my wild side, so he can hold something against me. He didn't hang out with people our age, only people a little older, strangers that didn't go to our school. Two of them looked quite rough, and I got the impression they were dangerous.

I saw them at the parties I was at too. What if they were all out to get me, to ruin my relationship? There was one guy in particular who was just like Zayn, laying girls every night just for the fun of it. What if he didn't like my relationship? What if he spiked my drinks?

Then when the rumors spread about the fights with some other gang in different cities and the murder trials... it all clicked. Zayn was bad. He was with different girls, but I wouldn't' say he was popular because he hardly talked to anyone--unless it was a snide remark.

I didn't think of him as a threat... until just recently. It's not just him--it's his gang. They're the threat--the enemy. Especially after all that Niall ahs told me about them. Just recently when his little arsehole friend, who obviously has been messing around with my girl--I heard from Niall that he's using Nikki as a se toy, that he's going to use her all he wants. That twat will pay when I find him again. I just have to make sure Zayn's not around... Otherwise I probably not be alive to tell the tale.