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Harry's POV

Selena and I easily drove home. Hell, we sped home. How is this possible? Zayn is like a brother to me. He helped Ariana and Liam, even Frankie. Why would he do this?

"Harry." I heard Selena.

"What?" Her lips began to quiver as she spoke.

"W-What do we do?" What do we do?

"I'll think about that."

Her head went out to look at the rest of the city. She leaned her head up against the glass, as tears fell down her already wet face. I took one hand off of the steering wheel and grabbed her hand.

"I promise things will get better." She gave me a small smile.

"What are we going to tell Ariana?" It took a while for me to reply to her question.

"The truth."

That was the only way. I just got her back, I'm not wasting this on lying to her. As we pulled into the driveway, I sighed through my pocket trying to find the keys to the house. Selena on the other hand, was sorta freaking out. I managed to find the key and open the door. I stepped in, smelling the aroma of this house. Selena went straight to the couch and sat down.

"Hey, we have to go and get Johnny in about," I checked the time on my phone.

"45 minutes." I finished my sentence.

Her head shook, as she took the couch cushion and stuck her face in it. I know she is worried as hell, but all we have to do now, is not worry. I know he would never come close to me. Plus, we don't even know if Zayn is her owner. I sat next to her as she let the cushion soak up all her tears.

"It will be fine, he won't-" She cut me off.

"You don't know him." I opened my mouth, by she beat me to it.

"He's different, crazy even."

"How?"

Selena sat up from her position. Her little arms pulled her legs into her chest. Her eyes began to water. I witnessed her skin become more and more pale. Her chest slowly moved up and down.

"Zayn is-" The sobs kicked in.

"He's crazy."

"Well, what if you're mistaking him with someone else?" She shook her head.

"I know that's him."

"Are you sure?"

Her eyes turned to mine. They stood there not looking, but telling me that it was him. But how can she be so sure? I mean, even Haricella said no one has seen his face.

"I know it's him. I feel it." She leaned her head against my shoulder.

"Do you think that it can be someone else?" I keep questioning her.

"I know it's him." I kept quiet for a bit.

"No one believed me." She said.

"What?"

"No one believed that he was the one. That he did this to me." Her index finger pointed to the tattoo.

"I tried telling someone, but that made it even worse." Her eyelids hid her eyes.

Selena grabbed the cushion and rubbed her face against it. I didn't even realize it either, but I was crying as well.

"H-He was my best f-friend." She stuttered.

"Until we hit high school, things got rough." Her eyes began to twitch a bit.

"He started ignoring me. He went parties, and stuff. His Mom would invite me over, and he'd be mad at me for accepting the invite. But I don't remember why he'd do that to me. Until that summer of sophomore year." She sniffled.

"We were inseparable, Zayn and I. I've known him for 14 years. He used to protect me when my Mom got mad at me. He used to tell me about how he would marry me and we'd love happily ever after." She chuckled at the memory.

"And I was bound to let that happen. Because the truth was, I was in love with him. I remember when we were 14, he kissed me. After that, he told me he loved me. I would never forget that." She fiddled with her fingers.

"Until that night. Zayn's Mom asked me to babysit Safaa. I came over and Zayn was there. He told me that he had a couple fiends coming over." She rubbed the back of her neck.

"I just went upstairs and played with Safaa. Zayn called me downstairs to meet his friends, and there was a girl. Perrie. He told me that they were gonna be gone for about 25 minutes, then they'll be back. I was left with his other friends." She paused for a bit.

"I went upstairs and tucked Safaa in and came down I get a glass of water. A-and-" She cut herself off with a sob.

"And Zayn's friends. T-They took me and-"

"And what?" I asked.

"They raped me." My eyes were widen.

"T-They rape me." She was crying.

"And Zayn came home, and saw what they did," She paused.

"And he let them go. He looked at me with disgust, and kicked me out." She finished.

"After that, we never had contact with each other. When I moved, I thought it would be over. Until his name came back." I looked at the clock, I have to pick up Johnny. My phone began to rang. Jamie.

"Jamie! Oh, sorry I forgot about the time I'll be there i-"

"You might wanna hurry up. You don't want to keep Jamie waiting." That's not Jamie.

"HARRY! HARRY COME PLEASE!" I heard Jamie through the phone.

"Who is this?" I yelled into the cellular device.

"I'm the best friend." No.

"Zayn, I swear if you do anything to hurt my son-" He cut me off.

"It's not your son you need to worry about."

"What?"

"HARRY!" I heard Ariana.

"Ariana!" Zayn began to stifle a laugh.

"You might wanna hurry up, or she's not gonna last."

"Touch her and I will-"

"You'll what?" I didn't reply.

"Exactly."

"What do you want?"

"Money. Lots of it."

"I'll give you money, if you tell me where my family is." He took a minute to reply.

"Give me $30,000 and I'll tell you."

"Deal, where are you?"

"2765 Deathly Drive."