The Ripple Effect (One Direction)-Zayn Malik

chapter 8

He put the new tape in readying it for me to finish I sighed relieved that it would finally be over. He pressed play and sat back down gesturing for me to continue.

My face dropped it wasn’t Zayn,

 “hey love” he said pushing me back into my house and evil smirk spreading across his face.

 “h-h-h-ar-r-ry w-what are you d-doing here?” I stammered scared out of my mind there was something in his eyes that terrified me.

He walked coolly over to the kitchen “thought we’d have a little chat” he smiled reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out a shiny knife.

I remember the fear rising I knew Harry hated me but I didn’t think he would ever go this far.

 “Harry what are you doing?” I questioned voice disconnected from my body, he laughed

“you see if it wasn’t for me sweetie you wouldn’t have Zayn” his voice was hard and terrifying

“what are you talking about?” I was trying to keep him talking avoid what the inevitable future would be.

 “if it wasn’t for me Zayn wouldn’t have talked to you, he is just a scared little boy, and he lied to me he doesn’t love you he could never love you he loves me. Your just a dumb slag that he looks for when he wants a shag.” he began playing with the knife in his fingers

“you see without me Zayn would still be a shy, unwanted little boy, he used me!” he began to yell “he used me and then dumped me after everything I did, after everything we did, you came and I was nothing”

he pointed the knife towards me and began walking forward I backed up against the wall turning my head away from him as he pressed the knife against my neck just enough to draw blood it hurt, a lot you think a small cut wouldn’t be that bad but with the fear in your veins it just magnifies everything.

 “you did this! It’s all your fault, he shouldn’t love you! he loves me!” he spat as he spoke I looked into his eyes rage was all that was there

“Harry I’m sorry, maybe if we talk to him we can figure things out” I tried my best to talk to him I pushed the knife softly away from my neck down to his side “maybe we can get him here, and he can explain everything” I was stalling as much as I could trying to talk him out of what I knew he wanted to do.

He smirked letting out a small laugh “there's no point in talking now, there is only one solution for someone like you” he said raising his arm and swinging it down I ducked and the knife ran into the wall I let out a scream

“please Harry lets just talk” I said crawling away from him and towards the kitchen I stood up against the counter as he approached closer and closer

“please you don’t have to do this” I tried he wasn’t going for it. I reached behind me throwing soapy water from a bucket into his face

“fuck!” he yelled

I began running up stairs, I was silently thanking my dad for loving to clean his car before a road trip and never remembering to empty the water.

 I ran up to my room closing the door quickly behind me locking it. I walked over to my dresser unplugging my phone and dialing 999 the phone rang several time I could hear Harrys foot steps drawing closer

“hello what is you emergency?” a lady asked on the other end

“please help-” i was interrupted by Harry banging on the door I screamed dropping my phone