Kidnapped by.... One direction?!

To late to turn back

Has it really been over a month since I've updated?....whoops

Amaya's POV

I started shaking.. not the kind of cold shaking. The shaking where your shoulders go up and down at a rapid pace. Where you can't hold onto something. Where you just sink to the ground sobbing. And that's exactly what I did. My back was agaisnt the door and all I could see was the perfect fucking clean bathroom. I sure as hell don't deserve to be in it. I'm a peice of trash. I have no purpose. With shaky hands I crawl across the clean polishing floors grimancing to myself with every reach. After what feels like ages I reach where the bathtub starts. I use what little strenghth I have and pull myself up. I stare straight at myself. Do I really need to do this. I continue to look at myself. I hear a door open.. I don't know how I was sobbing quite loudly to be able to hear it. I heard someone running up the stairs calling my name. I heard them. I heard them come into my fucking room but I was frozen. My sleeves were rolled up completely and my pants low enough to see my cuts. I saw someone in my periphial vision and snapped out of it. I closed the door quickly and turned the water on all the way and jumped in the shower not minding my clothes being soaked. I just sat there waiting.

I heard a knock on my door and then Zayn's voice. I froze. He had to have saw it. He had to have. But he couldn't have. I waited for Zayn to speak.                                                                                                     "Amaya? Are you okay in there?" I realized I was holding my breath and let go. I'm stil in my clothes. Wow I'm an idiot. 

"Yeah Zayn?" I asked I think I seemed way calmer then I was. I think it was the fact that it was Zayn.. one of the guys. I never realized how much I need them now. And how I managed to even survive without  them. "You okay? You seemed pretty startled when you saw me?" He asked with a questioning tone. I was finally moving I got out stripped out of my clothes and wrapped up in a towel. I opened the door ignoring Zayn's stare and walked over to my dresser. I could still feel him looking at me too. 

" Amaya?.... What's that on your arms..?" I froze. Crap.Crap.Crap. How could I be so stupid! I answered a small nothing before rushing into my closet and closing the door and locking it. I didn't here much more noise so I thought he left and just forgot about it. I dressed quickly in a jacket and leggings being safer. I walked out pulling my hair into a bun. I froze once again. HA it's not even cold and I keep freezing. Right stop serious matter here. 

" Hi..." I said in a small voice. Zayn stood up and walked towards me. He was much taller then me.. much taller. The top of my head was about where his shoulder was. I softly grabbed my wrists and I coudnt stop him. He slid my jacket off being exposed to my scarred skin. I gasped as I felt a tear land on my wrists. I looked up tp Zayn who was already staring at me with his warm comforting eyes. I sighed and took his hand in mine ignoring ho big they were compared to mine. I lead him to my bed and sat down. He was being very patient about this and I was grateful. I tried pulling my hand away he just shook his head and intertwined our fingers together. I smiled realizing he was showing he was here for me. 

In that moment I knew I was going to tell him everything. From when I was born till now. And that's when I knew I would trust Zayn with everything in me. No I had not done this before and I might even regret it. But right now I didnt care. I took a deep breath. Representing that this.. was going to change a lot I knew he would be affected and confused and angry and even sad. I breathed out. 

"Well you see it's a long story.. Do you have time?" I asked with a slightly shaky voice. He nodded his face giving a warm smile. And I knew from now on ... I WAS SO CALLING HIM AS ANYTHING MY CRIME PARTNER MY HIDING PARTNER AND MY PRANK PARTNER. He had no way out now mwuhahah hah ha ha h ha ha ha... 

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------( there was no way you were gonna get me to write her whole story no... just no)

le time lapse

Zayn and I were currently watching Avengers but really we weren't watching it we were arm wrestling. He ended up crying and punching the crap out of my pillow.. poor pillow. But that was like two hours ago so we are better now. I never really knew why he was home but I am glad now. Well we were arm wrestling right now and I was holding my ground staring into his soul. He had'nt noticed yet though. He finally after like.. ten seconds looked at me instead of our hands and looked a bit suprised. His grip loosened a bit and I knew.. at that moment...... THAT I WAS GOING TO WIN! I used all my might to push him hand to where I would win. And yes oh yes it worked. 

The look on his face was pricless. I smiled in victory pounding my fist in the air. He groaned a large fucking groan I tell you. I think it was the fact that he lost to a girl. Well I am obviously amazing but it porbably wasn't just that we had a bet. Whoever lost had to be a servent.

Let the games begin.. and let Zayn's odds ever be in his favor....

Not..

Hey guys.... haha well uh nice to see you again.. DONT KILL ME  i have been crazy busy with ending basketball starting track AND softball and i've just been so tired! Hope you all like the new chapter bye lovlies! sorry for the shortness!!