Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

FIVE.

Bloom screamed but her scream was muffled under the palm clamping her mouth.

Her eyes met the warm eyes staring at her in the dark alleyway. As enchanting as they looked, it still scared her. He looked furious, she knew she couldn't use her defense skills on him, he knew her so well. His sharp jawlines hardened as he looked down at her.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

She trembled at the tone of his voice.

She looked down at the hand covering her mouth, she admired his slim fingers and the veins that trailed up his solid arm that was covered in a black hoodie. She tried to read the tattoos on his fingers but it was hard to when she was trembling in fear.

Her eyes caught sight of the gun in his other hand, she panicked and bit his hand as hard as her teeth could take. He cursed and pulled away, he stared at the mark she left with her teeth on his palm.

"Help!!!" She screamed and tried to run away but he grabbed her and pressed her to the wall with his hands on her shoulders.

"If you still wanna leave here alive, keep your mouth shut!" He said sternly and removed his hands then pulled away, the warmth around her left with him.

She was glued to where she was standing, her heart was racing as different thoughts clouded her brain. What did he mean by leave here alive?

Zayn cursed under his breath and brushed his curly hair back with his fingers, he took a glance at her and cursed again like her presence was trouble.

"Jeez Bloom, what were you thinking coming here?"

She saw the worry in his eyes but she told herself it was her imagination. He didn't care if she died.

"I'm so sorry ... I didn't know you stayed here. I swear I was just taking a walk, please don't kill me, let me go and I promise ..." she prattled with a shaky voice.

"Stop talking," he sighed and she nodded.

He ran his palm down his face and growled in a low tone, she watched him confused. He looked down at the alleyway like he was searching for something. He reached behind his black jogger's pants and pulled out another gun, her heart stopped beating.

"Hold this." He forced the gun into her hand and turned to leave.

"Don't. Move. From. This. Spot." He warned in a serious tone.

She was unable to make out a word from what he was saying as she stared at the gun in her hand. It felt so heavy and her hands won't stop shaking. She thought of all the horrible things the object in her hand could do, maybe that was why it felt so heavy.

Holy cheese I'm holding a gun, there's a gun in my hand. Oh my God, there's a gun in my hand

She stared at the object, she had seen guns, many of it. The security team at the White House carried it around and she had seen Damian's gun but she had never touched it. Holding it made her chest compress, fear consumed her as she thought of the whole situation she just got herself into.

"Why does he have a gun? oh no, he is going to kill me. He knows who I am, he is going to kill me when he gets back. "

"I should have stayed home," She said to herself feeling helpless. Regret washed over her as she looked around her at the creepy neighborhood. She was going to go down with a fight, this was what her Dad was training her for but she wished she knew how to fire a gun.

"I will just use my fist," she mumbled moving away from the wall and increasing her grip on the gun. She swallowed the dryness in her throat as she looked around.