The Good, The Bad and The Gorgeous- One Direction

Chapter Ten- Turning Tables?

Good-morning, Good-evening, Good-afternoon!

Brookie here, ready to write you another amazing chapter on this amazing story! Amazing right? I know, i havent uploaded for ages but i couldnt think of where to go from the last chapter. Never fear, i know whats happening next, so.. I'll get on with it.

Vote, comment and fan.  

Thanks,

Love Anonymous xoxo

Charlotte's POV

"Kiss me" I whispered, my throat dry and voice croaky

He leant down and kissed me softly on the lips. It was a weak kiss, barely even passionate but sparks still flew. I wasnt even sure about what i felt about Zayn, i had never thought about it. All i knew was, he saved me and he said all of those nice things about me. I couldnt not kiss him.

He pulled away and smiled, looking deep into my eyes. As i looked into his i got lost, they were mesmerizing. They weren't sky blue like Niall's, Grass green like Harry's, Dark brown like Liams or even sparkling grey like Louis. They were a unique, amazing hazel colour that shone beautifully in the sunlight. I wished i could lay like this forever, looking into Zayn's eyes.

But i couldn't. I was grabbed by two strong arms and rushed towards a big, black van. I was thrown inside, the boys climbed in quickly after. The car started and sped off away from the wharehouse.

"W-what the?" I mumbled, still very weak and shocked from the events that just happened.

"You're coming with us." Harry stated, looking me straight in the eyes. No emotion crossed his face.

His voice scared me, it was the last voice i heard when i was locked in that cell. His eyes made me nervous, like green balls of evil. I could have died and it would have been all his and Liam's fault. No way was i going with them.

"No way am i coming with you." I said, unbuckling my seat belt and rushing to grab the door. I was pulled back by Liam.

"You have too. End of story." He said.

I started thrashing around in his arms, throwing punches randomly, kicking my feet. Doing anything just to get away from him. I started to whimper, i felt so uncomfortable in his arms, so unsafe. Like he was going to hurt me at any moment.

"Zayn?" I cried, hoping he would just let me go.

"I'm sorry love, but Liam's right." He said. He couldnt even bare to look in my eyes.

I started thrashing around again, i knew i had no hope of getting out of Liam's tight grip but i still tried. I thrashed and rolled, until i hit my head on the seat infront. Black spots blurred my vision, voices faded into the background as i was enveloped into darkness.

When i woke, i found myself in a bed. It wasnt my own bed, it was softer with stripey red and white covers and pillows. The room was the same style as the bed, stripey. It was very messy with clothes, underwear and suspenders all over the floor. This wasnt my room. Where the hell am i?

I jumped out of bed, wincing at the pain coming from the various burns, cuts and bruises all over my body, and made ran to the door. Vicously shaking, pulling, pushing the door to try to get it open. It wouldn't bugde. I ran to the window and tried to get that open, but that wouldnt open either.

"Eeeurrrgh!" I yelled in frustration, kicking the wall.

I slumped back down on the bed, trying to remember what happened yesterday after mine and Zayn's kiss. My mind was blank, i can remember everything up until the point of pulling away from zayns kiss. I'm definately not in jail, and I'm definately not at home. So where am i?