Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 12

Zayn's POV.

I shut my eyes, literally praying for the door to be unlocked.

When I turned the handle, I heard a little click, signalling the door was open.

I breathed a silent sigh of relief, and let go of the handle, walking back to the sofa to pick up my belongings.

I had abandoned my leather jacket that had the hoodie sewn on the inside on the sofa as soon as my hands were untied, a few days ago. My Ray Bans were also lying on the floor next to the sofa, from where they had fallen off on the first day here.

I slipped my jacket over my plaid shirt and tied the white string that were on the neck of my hoodie. I really needed a change of clothes. I'd been wearing these for almost a week now... I slipped my Ray Bans on my nose, and pushed them up gently. My hair had lost all it gel, and was just soft and messy, and in need of a wash, like all of my body. I ran a hand through the mess of knots and lugs that I called hair, trying to clean it up a bit.

Ah, fuck it.

I silently stepped across the room, and opened the door fully. I looked around the small hell hole of a room that I had been staying in for about a week now, and wondered how I was still alive.

I lasted at least 4 or 5 days without any food, I hadn't been able to wash for at least a week, and I had been beat up several times...

I really hope I can make  it home.

I crept down the hall, not really knowing my way around, since the only times I've been out of that room was when I've been unconscious. Once when I was first kidnapped, and obviously was carried down here to get to the room, and again when Liam's dad had beat me up and he had took me out to his room...

What about Liam?

If I ran away, I would never be able to see him again, and of course I wanted to see the person I was slowly falling in love with!

But if I stayed,

I would be beat, starved and unable to wash, for an amount of time that I didn't know...

But I couln't handle not seeing Liam... I mean, I was in love with him!

And I wouldn't even be able to contact him, my phone had been taken of me the first day here, so I couldn't get Liam's number, or give him mine. I doubt I would be able to give it him even if I had my phone though...

I pushed  the thoughts of Liam aside, focusing on trying to get out. I mean, I was planning on what to do about Liam when I left, and I didn't even know if I was going to get out yet!

I got to the end of the corridor, and gently shifted the door open, trying to make as little noise as humanly possible.

Once it opened, I made my way down the set of stairs, and was faced with another corridor, but this one was smaller than the one upstairs. I quietly got to the end and saw an opened kitchen, with another door in the corner, which was open. I went through the kitchen and through the open door.

There was another corridor, it was only very small though. At the end was a big oak door, and at the side, was a big black door, that was firmly shut. It looked like an important room.

I risked pressing my ear to the door, and heard muffled voices from behind the door. One was deeper, and another was a bit lighter, and quite familiar.

I pulled away, and tip toed down the corridor, desperately trying to stay quite, because if I made so much as a single creak of the floorboard, then the two people in the other room would definitely hear me, and I would be caught.