Abducted By Styles [IN RE-EDITING]

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SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER- MORE THAN THIS BY ONE DIRECTION

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C A R O L I N E

I am horrified to see Zayn standing at the entrance of the arena. Luke and Harry freeze instantly, leaving Zayn to take in the scene in front of him: Harry straddled on Luke, nose bleeding and gashes across the bridge of his nose.

I can't believe they would actually fight over me. Why did Harry have to tell Luke that I was his girlfriend in the first place? You know saying something that stupid would trigger a fight. I know it was just a lie, but why would Harry choose it over all the other possibilities?

All of us fall silent; Harry gets off of Luke, allowing him to limp up to his feet. Both their heads are lowered like guilty little kids. Zayn glares at them in disbelief, finally letting out a deep breath.

Placing his hands on his hips, he glances over at me. "How did this start?" He investigates. I don't know what to tell him.

If I tell him Luke attacked Harry first, Luke would have to deal with the consequences. Then again, he did say that he would make me love him. But on the other hand, Harry triggered it all with a big fat lie that I was his girlfriend. He would get in trouble for starting it, even though it was only to help me.

I wish Zayn didn't have to ask me.

"It's all my fault!" I cry out, and Luke and Harry look at me as if I'm crazy. Zayn cocks an eyebrow at us and crosses his arms over his chest, obviously unamused at my attempted defence. I cringe.

"No it's not, it's the desperate bastard's fault." Harry spits, licking his busted lip. Luke shoots him a glare and clenches his jaw angrily.

"Well at least I'm not a sick manwhore like you." He fires back, causing Harry to burn with anger. He tries to come at Luke but I hold onto his arm.

Wow, these two really hate each other.

"Enough! Both of you. Stop acting like little bitches." Zayn scolds loudly, "If the king found out about this physical fight, he would fire both of you. It's a good thing I won't tell." He takes my hand, shooting Harry and Luke am unimpressed look before leaving them behind in the arena.

Zayn and I walk at a hasty pace to his car. We climb in, hearing the slam of the doors- Zayn in the driver's seat, and me in the passenger.

"Where are we going?" I ask shortly, but I know the answer of course: we're going nowhere. It is in situations like this where we talk through things in a long drive. Suddenly I feel a pang of guilt thinking about how I left Harry injured back in the arena.

Zayn ignores my question while exiting the castle grounds, and soon, we are on the road again. (A/N: haha see what I did there?) "Care, you're my best friend and I care about you a lot. So that's why I need you to tell me how this started." He says slowly and calmly. At first, I hesitate to tell him but I do anyway.

"So the other day, Harry took me out for the day," I begin, looking over at Zayn who has his eyes fixed on the road. "And I ran into Liam Payne."

Zayn's cedar eyes widen and he snaps his head to look at me square in the eye. "Liam Payne? You mean the Prince Liam Payne of Stockholm?!" Oh boy, let the fangirling games begin.

"Is there another Liam Payne you know of?" I snap, quite annoyed, "Yes, him, and he told me that, err... that..."

"Told you what?" Zayn asks impatiently, turning down the volume of the radio.