(Y/n)'s p.o.v
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You couldn't hold back the tears. The humiliation of having your sex tape online, becoming Cris' slave, or having Zayn forget you all over again were the worst things that could ever happen.
The hardest part about it was you had to choose one of the options. You would refuse to let Zayn sacrifice himself. He has no part in this and he doesn't deserve to be the one who is punished.
If he took you than you might not be able to see Zayn ever again. If the tape goes online than you will be humiliated and your life would be ruined. And if Zayn were to lose everything he knows, he would have no clue who he is or who you are.
Each choice came with a consequence. Why did your life come down to this? When everything was great, your life had to be fucked up.
"Zayn I can't let you do this!" you yelled.
"Yes you can (y/n). I care too much about you. I won't let cris hurt you"
"Please Zayn let him take me. My dad will pay back the money and everything will be fine. I can't let him humiliate me and ruin my life or let you forget me."
"But what if your dad doesn't pay back the money? I can't let him have you. I can't lose you all over again" he was crying.
You knew the only way was to let cris have you and hope for the best.
"Its my decision Zayn and it's my problem. I've decided to go" you made up your mind.
"No (y/n) please don't leave me. Don't let him have you" Zayn yelled.
"It's her choice and if she chooses to come with me than that is what will happen" cris said.
Before you could stop Zayn, he swung his arm at Cris. Cris grabbed his arm right before Zayn's hand made contact with his face.
"Try any shit like that again and this needle will be stabbed right into you" cris said and threw Zayn to the ground.
You kneeled next to Zayn and wrapped your arms around him.
"I'm sorry Zayn. I have to do this" you weeped.
"No (y/n) please don't go" he cried.
"I'm so sorry" you said one last time and gave Zayn a kiss.
"Come on" cris said.
You got up and walked to cris. Zayn went to grab you but cris lifted up the needle to warn Zayn what his actions will cost him. Cris pulled out a set of handcuffs from his jacket.
"Just so you don't try any shit to escape" he said about the handcuffs.
You held out your hands I front of you. He put them on. There was no turning back now.
"Give me the camera" Zayn demanded to cris.
"Fine. I won't be needing it anyways" cris said and threw the camera at the crying man in front of you.
You knew that the footage in Zayn's hands would be the only thing he has to remember you by since he will probably never see you again.
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Forgotten
Fanfiction“I need to get to know her better. The thing is, I feel like I already know her. I feel as though I've seen that face before I met her. But that sounds crazy, I would have recognized her if I knew her before.” -Zayn Malik
