Sharing A House With One Direction (One Direction Fan Fiction)

It's All My Fault *Chapter Sixty-Nine*

"Long day?" The bartender asked as I glared down my at my hands.

"That's one way to put it," I state. He slides a shot glass filled with some type of drink, I'm assuming whiskey. I pull out my wallet, getting ready to pay but he stops me.

"On me,"

"Thanks.." I mumble and take in the drink, it burned as it went down my throat. It didn't burn as much as my heart did at the moment though.

Why would Zayn even think of joining a gang, it's not like him to do something like that.

Unless Perrie brainwashed him or whatever.

I laid my head onto my arms and pulled back the tears.

I'm too pissed to be sad.

I'm too thug to be sad.

I giggled to myself, hey out of all people only I can brighten my day. The bartender passes me another shot and i chugged it down once again, but this time my head started getting dizzy. Am I already buzzed? That's unusual, I look up at the bar tender and he had a smug grin across his face.

Well shit.

I don't think this guy is really a bartender.

At least, that was the last thought i had before i knocked out for the night.

*Several hours later*

"Are you sure this is the right girl?" I heard a faint voice.

"Positive." A different voice bellowed. I had a sense of dejavu, but I kept my mouth shut. If you couldn't tell already, I was being kidnapped, not my first time at least. If only our faces could mold into the shape of emoji's I'd have smoke coming out of my nose. 

Did I mention it reeks in here?

I heard footsteps become distant, sounding as if I was alone. I wouldn't know though, since it's pitch black. I wriggled around trying to move, but of course no kidnapper would leave you untied, how more cliche could this get?

Luckily, since the people I seem to know always turn out to be in a gang I keep my handy dandy pocket knife with me. My wrists were tied behind my back, just enough to where I could reach into my back pocket. My hand gripped the glorious metal, as I struggled to slice at the rope quietly. Finally the satisfying sound of the last thread being ripped apart was heard, I sat up quickly and fumbled with the ropes around my ankles. 

Kidnappers are really, really dumb. Once the roped slithered off my ankles, I hopped up clenching the pocket knife in my hands as I made a run for it to the nearest light I could see. I peaked through the slightly opened door to make sure the coast was clear, god was by my side today.

But wait, this is strange. Why is it so quiet and empty? That's really odd, you'd think they'd be watching over me or something if they really went through that much to kidnap me. I shrugged it off and took a run for it, through a normal looking home and out the back door. It was wet outside, the grass was definitely slippery but I kept going without looking back.

My legs were becoming weak, nothing was stopping me from running away. My mind was so stuck on thinking, how I could have possibly gotten out of such an easy kidnap like that, I wasn't even paying attention to the ground. 

A sharp pain ran through my whole body, as I toppled to the wet ground. I cried out in pain, I don't think I've ever hurt this bad before, the pain wouldn't go away. It was stuck in my lower body, I cringed and looked down at my ankle where an animal like trap was enclosed around my ankle. The blood seemed never ending, my heart was beating faster than light, and I couldn't feel myself breathing.

I choked out, trying to cry for help but no sound made it's way out. I laid there, crying in pain, it was inevitable. 

I finally gave in and laid my head back, holding my knee, squeezing my eyes shut. I was losing too much blood and I knew it was becoming the end. Until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my leg, I looked up to meet the most beautiful eyes.

Those eyes.

The ones I fell for in the beginning.

My comfort place.

Before I completely knocked out.

*Zayn's POV*

"Chloe, baby wake up please," I begged her as I pulled the deathly metal off of her leg. Her almost lifeless body was laying before me, and I didn't think before I lifted her up in my arms and took a run for it. I knew they'd come searching for her and i. My first move was to pull out my cell phone and call an ambulance, which of course I did. My feet made it's way into a small neighborhood, I didn't even care I laid her body onto the grass gently and crouched down, I told the ambulance where I was then hung up the phone.

"Chloe.." I gently rubbed her cheek. She was still breathing which was a good sign. 

"This is all my fault," A tear slid down my cheek as I stared at her torn clothing, tear stained cheeks and bloody ankles. "If I just would have never made those dumb mistakes, we could have been forever like you wanted."

"We could have been infinite.." My eyes were blurry. "Now I know you'll never take me back, I've made such a big mistake."

"Chloe, you're my life, my happiness, you make me whole." I gripped onto her hand. She was slowly breathing now.

"FUCK!" I screamed out and stood up, running my fingers through my hair. The faint sounds of sirens were heard before an ambulance swooped around the corner, they stopped quickly and a bunch of guys in white hopped up. The lights, everything was a blur as they helped me into the vehicle and I watched the love of my life be pulled up on a gurry.