ZAYN'S POV
As we arrived at my house (flat as they call it in the UK), Ellie woke up.
"WHAT THE HELL?" My eardrums popped at the sound of her shreik. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I could tell that she knew i had chloroformed her. "You weren't cooperating!" I replied.
"Son of a bitch!" She called me.
"Hell yeah i am!" i screamed back.
ELLIE'S POV
"Son of a bitch!" I screamed at Zayn.
"Hell yeah i am!" he turned around and screamed back.
Zayn pushed the door of the car open and hopped out. Moments later he appeared at the door of the back seat. "Get out." he ommanded. "Uh, NO!" i said, rage filling my voice. "Oh, ok. i'll try to be nicer. GET THE HELL OUT OF THE CAR!" i sat completely still, aiming to anger him more. "No." I replied. Zayn let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine." he didn't even bother unbuckling me from the car. he just picked me up and slung me over his shoulder AGAIN. The car buckle snapped under his forceful pull.
"I'LL CALL THE COPS!" i threateed. He pulled my phone out of his front pocket and waved it in front of my face. "Really?"
