Abduction and Desire.

The Reunion.

Kat's P.O.V

Harry went off in one of my other rooms to make a phone call of some kind. Funny, last I thought he called my phone the "talking box" and didn't know how the hell to work it, and now he acts like he's been using these things his hole life. I knew Harry was hiding more things from me, I just couldn't figure out why. All I knew, was that he had a lot of explaining to do. 

I sat there awkwardly in my chair with Zayn still sitting on my couch with his elbows on his knees as we heard the echo of Harry's yell run through my flat causing my body to jump periodically. I heard a faint chuckle come from Zayn's throat each time, feeling his eyes glued to me. But I didn't take any chance to look over at him. I mean, Harry had me invite him in, and seemed to trust him even, but that doesn't mean I have too. At least not now anyway, not until he gives me a real reason too. 

But, that doesn't mean that I still can't be curious of him right? I mean, who wouldn't. He claimed to know all of these things about this Alec guy, but what I wanted to know is how. 

I went over to the couch, and sat at the farthest end away from him. I could feel his eyes follow my every move as I gently sat down. The room was still quiet, except for the minor words that seemed to travel through my flat when he yelled. 

All I mostly heard was the steady breathing of Zayn's body. And I'm pretty sure all he could hear was the loud thumps of my heart that was banging against my chest, like a prisoner dying to get out. 

I swallowed hard as I looked down at my hands, and gently wiped them downwards on my blue jeans. Trying to make the skin that covered my palms less noticeable I sighed. "Hey Zayn?" I asked, still not looking at him. 

"Yeah.....?" I heard him reply his accent flooding every letter into one. 

"How do you know all about Alec?" I turned my head to the right to finally look at him. "I mean, you couldn't know unless you were the bad guy?"

He studied my features, then let out a soft chuckle as he laid his elbows on his knees and looked from the ground back up to me. "I guess you could say that I'm the bad guy." 

My eyes widened, then he laughed more causing it to fade. 

"No." He continued. "Not in the way you think. You see. " He took in a deep breath. " I work for Alec, I've worked for Alec only so I could provide answers for Harry. I don't exactly like Alec, and I don't like the shit he pulls with people. But I do it so that way I can help Harry out with things, provide him answers." He paused. "And to set off for justice for my mum and dad." He spoke lightly as he twisted his fingers in his grip and looked down. 

I paused as my eyebrows furrowed lightly. For his mom and dad? I wanted to ask the obvious question that filled my mind. Having it want to lash itself from my tongue and set itself free for the whole world to hear, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. At least not now. You could tell by the hurt in his eyes how much it still pained him. Who could blame him?

I sighed before I finally opened my mouth with the first thing to pop into my head besides the obvious one about his parents. "So," I started looking at the wall in front of me. "You're like a spy?"

His furrowed eyebrows softened as he chuckled a bit and looked at me. "Yeah." He said. "I guess you can say that." He scooted closer to my body as he still looked at me. "Just for Harry though." He smiled slightly. 

I half smiled back as I looked at him. Our gazes from each other broke as we heard the door open and saw Harry stepping out. He froze as he stared at us "The boys are on their way." He spoke studying our features for something, when he didn't find what he was looking for, he dropped the phone lightly on the coffee table before he sat down in one of the chairs.