That First Eye Contact

Fights And Confessions

Zayn's POV

Hospitalize that Bastard - check!

After ending my long long conversation with Mike I digged my phone back in my pocket and sighed heavily.

Maybe this was not a nice plan. But this was the only thing that would have calmed me. That Bastard deserves this!

Mike told me it was a matter of police and that they had caught some guys who have been suspected to almost kill James.

I didn't trust these guys. I was damn sure after some harassment from the cops they would spit my name. Well I would have killed James all by myself but I couldn't. Because of this trip. This isn't going good.

I entered back in the club and with every passing second I was becoming more anxious.

I strolled through the stage like area and went back to the huge couch where I left Sophia. But instead I saw an unfamiliar couple.

She's not here.

I went to the drinks corner. Only a few people were constantly gulping there drinks while rest were sitting with smug looks on their faces as if they had won the world.

I saw the same guy who served us drinks. He smirked evily. His face showed pride. His smirk followed by an evil and deadly laugh.

"What's so funny dickhead?" I questioned.

My words seemed to have an effect on him but slowly he recovered. "Nothing sir." He spat. "Well you seem kinda worried. What happened? Did your imaginary girlfriend dump you?"

I was furious. Rage fumed inside me. My fists and jaw clenched at his choice of words.

Imaginary girlfriend.

"Shut up and tell me. Have you seen her?"

He smirked again.

This time I didn't had the audacity to gulp his shit. Without any other thought in my mind I stomped towards him and grabbed him by the collar.

His smug expressions changed to a cold stare. But he didn't utter a word." Where is she?" I whispered. Poison filled in my words.

"Where the fuck is she?" I yelled when he seemed to have zero effect of my words.

"I don't know." He said nonchalantly.

I tightened the grip of my hands on his collar and punched him on the face. I heard a bunch of gasps from the crowd but I didn't care.

He laughed again which just emboldened me to whack him more. With my second punch his laughter faded and he looked dead. "She..was..sitting on..." He paused as if trying to catch his breath. "the couch...a..while ago.."

I pushed him and he fell on the table. The wine bottle kept there crushed and there was a loud clattering sound.

"What is going on here?" I heard a harsh manly voice and turned on my heel.

"I said what's wrong?" The unknown man who seemed to be in his early fifties yelled. I guess he was the assistant manager of the club.

I furiously ran my hands through my hair and sighed heavily. Shit. I cannot find her.

I ran pushing the heavy shoulders that stood in my way and went upstairs. There were many halls. I searched in each one of them but there was no clue of Sophia.

I dragged out my phone and dialled Will's number. After a few rings he answered.

"Hello?"

"Where are you guys?"