Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 9

Liam's POV.

I quickly smacked the tray down on the hard floor, not even caring that the steaming tea splashed out a bit over the edge of the fine china cup.

I took the few paces towards Zayn that were separating us, and fell to the floor, on my knees.

"Zayn? Zayn!" I whispered, putting my arms under his skinny armpits, feeling the bone stick out as I  pulled him up my chest, and gently lifting my hand to his forehead, and brushing away some of the silky black hairs that were softly falling messily onto his beautiful skin.

He stayed silent, his beautiful face looked full of pain. Pain I wanted to stop hurting him. And I wanted to stop it.

I scooped him up into my arms, easily being able to carry his surprising light body. Damn, he's probably light because he hasn't been fed in 3 days.. Ah, I feel awful...

If I took him outside and to the bathroom to clean him up, my dad would be furious, as Zayn wasn't supposed to leave this room, but at this point in time, I honestly couldn't care less. Zayn needed help, and that's all that mattered.

So I opened the door with my elbow, and ran down the corridor, and into my room, kicking the door shut with my foot.

I gently laid Zayn's limp on my bed, and stood up straight, biting my lip as I looked down at his lifeless body. I needed to help him.

I ran into my bathroom that was attached to my room,  and wet a cloth with warm water. I pulled out a first aid kit from the cabinet above the sink, and a bottle of  pain killers. As soon as I got all the supplies, I quickly went back into my room.

I knelt down at the side of the bed, and leaned over Zayn's silent body.

I had to blink the tears back as I stared down at his broken body. A black eye, a swollen lip, a messed up nose bleed, and that was just his face.

I cleaned up his face with the warm cloth, and wiped all the dried up blood away. I dabbed at his swollen eye with a soothing cream from the first aid kit. His eyes stayed firmly shut, as he was still unconscious.

I lifted his shirt, so I could see why his hands were clamped onto it before, like he was trying to stop the pain. He had lots of big, grray bruises forming on his stomach, like he'd been kicked...

There was a scar across his stomach, that looked very, very deep, and had stitches in it...

A scar?

I tried not to look at the scar, because it would just bother me more and more, and it probably wasn't any of my business, but I couldn't really help it.

I wanted to know why it was there? Who had caused this pain to him? Why was he so afraid? Why wont he let me in?

I've only known him for a few days,and he already means everything to me. And I think,

I'm falling in love with Zayn.

Hard.

And I don't even know his last name...

I sighed, and got some bandages out to of the fist aid kit, and started to wrap the thin cloth around his stomach, where the bruises were.

I quickly, but gently pulled his shirt down, before I could ponder anymore on his scar.

I stood up then, and put all the first aid kit and bandages back in the bathroom cabinet. I filled a glass with water, and brought it pack to my room, gently shutting the door to the bathroom on the way. I set the glass down on my night stand next to the bottle of pills, so when Zayn eventually woke up, he could take them to get rid of some of the pain.