He kills you

Zayn: You just got a phone call, from an unknown caller. You answer the phone, and a muffled voice speaks into it,"If you don't meet me at the alley between Verna Drive and Simpson Street, then you're whole family will be killed tomorrow. If you call the police, then I will kill them now. I have them captive. Meet me here in an hour."

        The phone call ends, without you being able to say anything. You gasp, and your phone falls out of you hand. You have no idea what to do, so you quickly try calling your Mom's phone. No answer. Your Dad, nothing. You pace around, nervously, wondering if you should go. After about 45 minutes, you decide you don't have a choice. You wait another fifteen minutes, and leave. It's starting to get dark, as you go outside. You feel a cold breeze as you walk down, a chill runs down your spine. You reach the alley, and walk in. It's pitch black in there, and suddenly, you see a pair of piercing brown eyes, glaring at you. The person walks out from the darkness. They are wearing a black hood, covering their dark brown hair, that gelled upwards. He smirks, and walks towards you. When you can completely see his face, you gasp.

        "... You're... Zayn Malik.." 

        "I know that," He replies.

        "Why are you here?" You ask. He looks at you confused,"Didn't you get the call? I told you I have your family. I'm going to kill them."

        "Okay, um, before that... can I hug you?" You ask. He shrugs,"Sure, why not, you've been through a lot. You deserve it."

        "Omg, thanks!" You exclaim, and throw your arms around him. He wraps one arm around you, and you can see a devious look in his eyes. Suddenly, you feel a horrible piercing pain in your back.

        "Good night.." He whispers, as you feel the stab wound, starts to pour blood. You gasp for air, and say one last comment,"I-I... always.... w-wanted to.... die... in your arms..... Zayn..."

Harry: Dear Diary,

        I don't have much time. He's going to kill me. I know it. It's only a matter of time. I do everything he says, but it's never good enough. If I let one word slip from my mouth, I know he will kill me. He's insane. I don't know why, but he is going to kill me. I know it. So, this may be my last journal entry. Good bye world.

        You hide your diary in your dresser, and pull yourself out of bed. You throw on your only outfit, and slowly walk out of your room. 
        "GET THE HELL DOWN HERE, YOU SLUT!" He screams. You nervously bite your lip, and walk downstairs. He is in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He has a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He's your old boyfriend, Harry Styles. You walk over to him.

        "I want you to clean the house, again," Harry commands, the smell of alcohol in his voice. You nod, and he shoves a bucket of soapy in your arms. You weren't prepared for that, so you fall over, causing the water to spill all over you. He violently kicks your side, and laughs. You can feel tears pricking at your eyes.

        "Gonna cry?" He growls. You can feel the tears starting to slip from your eyes, as he laughs at you. He takes  the bottle of whiskey, and dumps the remaining contents on your head. The liquid makes you smell horrible.

        "Now, clean it up," He commands. 

        "... No..." You whisper. He glares at you,"What the hell did you say?" 

        "No," You say more defiantly. He smirks, and quickly grabs your hair, and yanks you up, causing you to cry out in pain. He pulls you closer, and his grasp grippens, so you can't move. You struggle to get away, but he's too strong.