Fireflies

Chapter Eight-Harry

I didn't fall asleep that night. I was terrified of what had happened. Zayn was fed up with the struggle I was putting up so I had one hand handcuffed to my bed. Not in the sexy way. For me at least.

Saturday morning. The sun was rising. I was clutched around the sweaty blanket. Zayn's light snores filled the room. I didn't move, I was still scared. Mostly in pain.

Zayn rolled over and stretched. I shut my eyes tight not wanting him to think I was awake. He kissed me on the head passed my curls. Zayn slowly got out of bed and got dressed. I saw him standing at the door way. "Bye Hazza." He whispered.

I heard the truck pull away. My body slowly started to sit up. "He left me here?" I started shaking my hand. The handcuffs started to scratch the headboard. An idea came to my mind. I sat in my room just moving the handcuffs up and down the bed post.

Hours passed.

My hands was getting tire and Zayn would be home to unlock me. The sun was just setting.

I laid back down with my hand hanging above me. I haven't eaten in a while. My scars were itching behind the cuff. The pain felt amazing. The metal was digging into a cut and it was stinging.

I am starving! The light from the sun was almost gone. My thoughts wandered. Dangerous things can happen when you are alone with your thoughts. Well I can't take action to my thoughts since I'm kinda handcuffed to my bed.

My head thought of my mom and sister. I wish I rode in the front that day. She wouldn't have ended up like I did. Gemma would have mourned and then made something with her life. Not waste it on drugs and assholes. We were arguing. Fucking arguing as she accidentally steered into the wrong lane. Head on as we fought about dad. Well know they are all dead.

Soon, my eyes were kinda glossy. I ignored it. The first time I met Zayn scratched at me head.

It was two weeks after the crash. I was 14. I was in an alley spray painting. Josh came up and offered some. That's when I took my first time. Soon I didn't have money to keep it up. Zayn found me sleeping on a bench and he told me that he would fix everything. He didn't promise to get me off of it, he promised more! Zayn and me started fooling around. It started out for drugs but then he would take me on these dates.

The snow was falling. Zayn was in the bedroom. It was my 16th birthday. I stared out the window. February 1st and the snow was falling hard. Two arms wrapped around me from the back. Kisses were left on my neck. "Happy birthday Hazza." Zayn mumbled into my neck. "Thanks babe." I said slowly. "Haz, what's wrong?" He asked turning me around so I was propped up on the window sill. His bare chest pressed on mine. His metal dog tags were cold against my warm body. Sighing I said, "It's just hard. Sorry. I never thought I would spend my sweet 16 alone but then again, I don't have any friends..." Zayn tilted my head up by my chin. "You have me? Right?" I smirked and nodded. He kissed me. his soft lips against my chapped ones. "Come on." he said smirking slipping on dark jeans. "We are gonna celebrate!" I put on white skinned and a black tee with a heavy over coat. Zayn pulled me out into the snow. "We are going for a walk." he said skipping with my hand in his.

We walked down the empty city streets. I held tightly on his arm. Streetlights were the only source of light. "Hazza look!" Zayn said tugging on my arm. "Hot chocolate!" He bought me and him a cup from this small cafe. We sat on a street bench. I leaned on his shoulder. Nothing could wrong. "Harry, I uh, I-I love you..." Zayn said. I looked at him my mouth slightly open. He was red and looking down. I touched his cheek and turned him toward me. I smashed my lips on his. "I love you too."

My lips turned into a smile without knowing. We were perfect. It stayed that way, until 4 months later...

"HARRY?!" I flinched as he yelled My name from the living room. "Y-Yeah Zayn?" I asked. "Get me another pack will ya?" He said throwing the empty box at me.  "Th-That was it.." I said quietly. By now, Zayn had only hit me. He had kicked me a few times but nothing was changing. "Then go out and get MORE!!" He yelled his voice growing every word. "Zayn, m-maybe th-thats enough." I stumbled. Last time he was drunk he did things to me that I would never think he would do.

Zayn slowly stood up. "What the fuck, did you just say?!" He asked coming toward me. I backed up into the kitchen and ran I to the fridge. His hand slid across the counter and grabbed the butcher knife. "Z-Zayn, pl-please." I begged. "You never, ever, tell me what to do!" He yelled swinging his fist across my face. He busted my lip. He grabbed throat and I could barely breath. The knife was dull as it cut down my right side of my torso. I tried to scream but nothing came out. "Even if you could scream, no one will end up coming. Don't you get it?!" He dug the life in a little deeper and it was the worst feeling. "You. Are. Nothing." With that he left the knife in my side and left.

Tears slipped through my closed eyes. I decided to never let anyone in. Ever. Then Mr. Perfect comes and just is so... nice...

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The door swung open. I heard something break. "Zayn?" I asked weakly. He came storming in the room. His nose was bleeding. "Good, you are still tied up!" He sneered. "Zayn, what happe-" the back of his hand came crashing down on me. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" He screamed causing me to go stiff. He sat on the bed. "Niall was at the bar and I guess I hit a nerve. He gives a mean uppercut." He said laughing lightly. God please let him be okay.

"I'm going to kill him, but first I'm gonna kill you. He loves you, he punched me when I told him about our new routine." My eyes started watering up. "He is gonna die and it is all your fault." he whispers to me. "I'll admit, I'm gonna miss us. I love you Harry, so fucking much." He started crying. He scooted closer to me and hugged me. "That's why I am gonna kill you. I can tell you want to die and I don't want to make you do it yourself." I started crying. My hand covered my mouth. "Please don't cry Hazza." he said kissing me on the neck. "It won't change anything." He whispered.

Zayn walked over to the dresser and pulled out a revolver. My eyes went wide. I opened my mouth to scream but I couldn't. BANG I looked over to my left shoulder. Blood was starting to drop down my chest. Zayn fell on the floor crying, he then straightened himself out. "Actually, you can't die yet. Niall needs to suffer more then that. He needs to watch you die. Slowly. Maybe I'll make you kill yourself! Oh!" He started clapping and spinning. He is crazy. "We can put on a little play for Blondie! Oh, won't that be fun!" Zayn said all giddy.

I started getting dizzy. "That means we got to fix you up! Can't loose the main character now can we." He picked up his phone. The taste of blood lingered in my mouth. "Oh, what fun this will be." Zayn whispered in my ear as I blacked out.

AN:...... I'm sorry.... I made Zayn crazy... Um, vote and comment?