what happens? // one direction

Chapter Eighteen.

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*Kristel's POV*

Our psychotic kidnapper was standing in front of our only way out, a butcher knife in his hand.

We're screwed.

"Where do you think you are going? Aren't you supposed to be in your chains?" he spoke ever so softly that it was eerie, causing chills to run down my spine, while he ran the tip of his finger over the blade delicately.

I gripped onto Zayn's hand even tighter, taking a step back from the man.

He slowly ran his finger over the sharp edge of the blade, his eyes bloodshot as they wandered to each of us.

Zayn then whispered into my ear. "Run on the count of three."

I looked at him confused. What about the others? We couldn't just leave them to get slaughtered by the psychotic maniac. "What about the others?" I asked, barely a whisper.

"They'll follow. Please, on the count of three."

I bit my lower lip, thinking. After a second, I nodded. "Okay."

"One..." he whispered, gripping my hand tighter. "Two.." I got ready to run, praying that the others would realize what we were doing and follow like Zayn had said they would. "Three!"

Zayn made a quick turn towards the other way, his hand still in mine as we ran as fast we possibly could down the dark hallway, hoping that there was another way out of here. We quickly reached the end of the hallway and found a door with light shining in from the bottom of it, which looked to be sunlight.

"I think this is the way out," Zayn panted, grabbing the handle of the door and pushing it open, and I let out a sigh of relief when we were met with sun shining down on us and a lone road ahead.

"We're out, we made it out," I breathed, throwing my arms around Zayn's neck and connecting my lips with his. I can't believe we had actually gotten out alive. We were okay.

But just as my excitement and happiness came, it was replaced by worry and guilt. We had left the others in there with the maniac, and they hasn't followed like Zayn had said. We were free, but our best mates weren't..especially Louis...he never would be..

I pulled out of the kiss, tears already beginning to run down my cheeks. "The-the others are still in there, Zayn! We have to go back in!" I stammered, scared for the lives of our best mates, who may be losing their lives at this very second.

"It's going to be okay, babe. Listen, I'm going to go back in and get them. You need to go and get help, go find someone and get the cops and paramedics over here. Okay, baby? Everything will be okay, I promise," Zayn said softly, pressing his lips to my temple and hugging me tight for a second before letting me go and turning to go back into our worst nightmare.

"No, no Zayn, you can't go back in there alone. What i-if he kills you?" I choked, salty tears pouring down my cheeks.

"I have to sweetheart. I promise, I'll be okay. Just go get help, Kris, please," he begged, his golden brown eyes boring into my hazel ones.

I nodded after a moment, never leaving his gaze. "Okay. I love you, Zayn."

"I love you too, babe," he murmured, before turning around and running back into the old house, leaving all alone.

I wiped my tears away from my cheeks with the sleeve of my hoodie, letting out a breath. I knew what I had to do. I had to find help, find someone and get the cops and paramedics here before it was too late and the man had killed everyone else..