what happens? // one direction

Chapter Thirteen.

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*Zayn's POV*

I awoke to be in a dimly lit room, my back and neck terribly stiff from laying on the damp, hard, concrete floor for who knows how long.

I groaned in pain as I slowly sat up, squinting my eyes to try to see my surroundings.

"Who's there?" a familiar girly voice asked, frightened and weak.

Danielle.

"Dani?" I mumbled, my voice raspy and dry.

"Oh my god, Zayn, is that you?" she asked, relief clear in her tone.

"Yeah..are you alright?" I asked.

"No, I'm nowhere near alright, Zayn! I'm terrified! Who in the world could be alright in a situation like this?!" she cried, tears forming in her deep brown eyes and running freely down her cheeks.

She was cowering into the farthest corner of the room, her head resting on her knees. Her clothes were worn and tattered, and fully covered in dirt and dried up blood. Her usually volumized, luscious dark brown curls were frizzy and tangled, strands sticking up in millions of directions. She really did look awful. I had never seen Dani in such poor and critical condition, and I sure never wanted to.

"I'm sorry, Dani. I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question," I apologized, stumbling my way over to where she was, and dropping down onto the icy concrete next to her.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way. I just..." she paused, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. "I just really want to go home."

I wrapped my arms around her in a comforting, tight hug, and rubbed her back soothingly as she sobbed hysterically into my neck.

"I know, Danielle. I know. I want to go home too, love," I said softly, and I felt tears brimming in my eyes.

Suddenly, the door in the opposite corner of the room swung open, only to reveal our worst nightmare, with a familiar face hung over one of his shoulders.

Harry.

He was laying limp in the mans grip, his eyes shut lightly as if he was in a peaceful sleep, with his matted curls framing his face.

Hung over the mans other shoulder was another boy, but this face was unfamiliar to me.

He seemed to be around the same age as Harry, but a tad taller. He was a little slimmer, too. His hair was short, a regular brown in color. His face looked just as Harry's, his eyes closed untight, as if he was in a peaceful sleep as well.

I felt Dani tense next to me, her body shaking slightly with fright.

"Don't worry. I won't let him hurt you," I promised her, but I wasn't even 100 percent sure that I'd be able to keep it.

"Don't worry, you two. I still have to go get the others, so we aren't going to be playing the game for another hour or so. So for now, have some fun with Curly and Stick," the man said huskily, a smug smile plastered on his unshaved face.

He carelessly dropped Harry and the other boy onto the ground, and they landed with a loud thump as they hit the concrete.

Danielle flinched as they landed, and cowered further into my body.

The man let out an evil, manacing chuckle, and then left the room, slamming the door behind him, and locking us inside while he went to go get the others.