I'll Stay Babe (Zayn Malik)

Chapter No. 4: Mission in Dutch Land

Hi there my lovies! Dedication goes to Panda_LOVER123 because she gave me the idea of what to name this chappie and made me grin with her comment!

Song is: I Won't Give Up by Jason Mraz (YAY!)

Sorry it's so short, but I'm uploading frequently, hopefully, so hope you enjoy!

(Further to come)

One Direction + Belgium = …

That was a hint! BTW

<3M

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"This is the fourteenth time I've called him! Why isn't he answering?!" I shouted, ruffling my hair. Connor sat on my couch looking guilty and uncomfortable due to Ares slight growls.

"Well, I do remember him telling me he couldn't find it when we left the train …" Connor admitted. I turned on him, gripping my phone.

"And you couldn't have told me that fourteen phone calls ago?!" I exclaimed. "He can barely navigate around London let alone Belgium! He doesn't even speak any Dutch of French!" Connor bit his lip, still ringing his hat in his hands. I took a deep breath. Don't strangle him, Sofia. Find Alec then kill Connor.

"Tell me, again, what happened." I said, clenching my teeth. Connor shifted his weight, glancing up at me nervously.

"Erm, well, we were down in Brugge and we had just gotten off the tour bus. Alec told me he wanted to go find the loo so I took the bags and took them to the hotel. Then I decided to go look for a restaurant for us to have dinner. Then, erm, it was getting late and that's when I couldn't get hold of him." Connor said.

"And this was after he told you he couldn't find his phone?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. He nodded, visibly gulping. "Well no wonder you couldn't get hold of him! He had no phone and you wandered off from where he saw you last! Did you at least tell him what hotel you were staying at?" I asked, trying not to explode.

"Yeah but he was in desperate need of the bathroom." Connor defended, still nervous.

"Let me get this straight: You let him rome free around Belgium to look for a bathroom when he had no knowledge of where you were staying or where you had gone or any money or any possible way to get home." I said, he nodded, avoiding my eyes. "Are you mental?! That boy has more street smarts than a glass of Cranberry juice! Did you even call the police?!" I seethed. 

"Yes! But they spoke Dutch!" He said, trying to justify his actions.

"I thought you took Dutch in High School!" I shouted back.

"I, well, I-I … I had a 'D' in that class!"

"I bet you did!" He stayed silent, staring at the ground. My phone buzzed. I picked up.

"Hello?" I asked, my tone still angry.

"Sofia? Hi it's Zayn, erm are you okay?" he asked. Half of me was glad he called, needing a bit of stress releif but the other half still wanted Connor to get mauled by a bear.

"Not really, I erm have a slight dilemma. Do you … do you think you could come over here?" I asked. Well I was going out on a wim, wasn't I? I guess I just needed someone to calm me down and not let me become a murderer. I would have called Dec but he was long gone and Mona would have already had Connor decapitated. Plus, Zayn was handsome.

"Sure. I'll be there in ten minutes." he said before hanging up.

"Who was that? You're not going to have me killed then frame it like a suicide are you?" Connor asked, gripping his hat. Idiot. I didn't answer, just sat on the love seat glaring at Connor who looked undeniable scared. The doorbell rang and he squeaked a bit. I got up and opened the door to see a worried and confused Zayn.