no hearts bound - z.m.

hour two

8:04 PM
Honey sat in the backroom of 8-Trax, her hand zip-tied to a pipe that connected to the heater that didn't even work in the corner of the room. She yanked at the restraint trying her best to get out of it, but there was no use.

She was locked in.

The door opened, and in walked Zayn who had his mouth set in a hard frown. He grabbed the metal chair out from the desk and placed it in front of her before sitting down to lean his head against the back of the chair.

"Now," he said, propping his boot clad feet on the pegs of the seat. "You wanna tell me why you guys ran up in here stealing my shit or do you want me to call the cops?"

Honey narrowed her eyes at him, even though her heart rate spiked at the word "cops". She already had a shoplifting charge from when she turned eighteen three years ago for stealing from a department store and a marijuana possession charge from last year. If he called the police, she would be sure to spend a few months behind bars.

She stayed quiet and turned her head away. She still couldn't believe Kevin took off and left her to get caught when he was the one who ruined the whole plan in the first place! The only thing she looked forward to when she was finally free was beating the shit out of him.

Zayn sighed before slamming his foot down on the hardwood floor, making Honey jump and scoot back against the wall. "I'm not gonna ask again."

Honey's heart was about to beat out of her chest with how scared she was. The owner, whose name she still didn't know, lost that amused glint he had sported earlier and now had an angered, empty look.

Zayn was angry at the fact that someone tried to steal from the store this late at night, and he happened to be the only one here. He wanted to call the cops, but something in him told him to halt. The girl's hazel eyes darted all around the room, as if looking for a way out before landing on her bag next to her legs.

Grabbing her purse before she could make a grab for it, he flipped it upside down and scattered her belongings before grabbing the random record she had stuck in her bag earlier. His eyebrows raised at the Taylor Swift album in between his fingers and let out a slight chuckle. "And here I thought you had taste."

"Please, I'm sorry," Honey pleaded, her voice wavering as she tried to will fake tears out of her eyes. She taught herself how when she was seventeen and auditioning for the school play. Safe to say that got her the lead role. "Just let me go and I'll never come into your store again."

Zayn rubbed his chin as if he was thinking about it, before shaking his head. "I would, if all you stole was that weak ass Taylor record. Your boy—Kevin, right?— stole the most expensive record in the store. That resells for seven g's and someone's gotta take responsibility for it, so those crocodile tears aren't gonna help you out of this one."

"S-seven thousand?" Honey stammered out with her eyes wide. The records she saw in the store were capped at three thousand max. If she had known the value of it, she would've never let Kevin's stoned ass be the one to retrieve it. It was too big of a job to risk. "You can have my bag, it's worth at least twice that! It's Hermès!"

Zayn inspected the baseball stitching on the bag and peered inside at the lining before laughing and throwing it to the side like a piece of trash. "Why would I want some knockoff shit? How can you afford a twelve grand bag when you're stealing my records?"

Walking away with a shake of his head, he made his way towards the door. "That's it. I'm calling the police."

"No!" Honey cried, now terrified. She looked at the chair in front of her and kicked it forward with all her might, sending the seat flying at the back of his knees.