I woke up in the uncomfortable chair, fluttering my eyes open to find Zayn Malik sleeping in my bed.
I looked around, on the closed door, on the window with the curtain, the desk with this week’s homework and the bed, where my enemy was silently sleeping.
I bent my body forward to get my face close to my left tied up hand. I struggled to turn my hand up, the tape itching my skin as I did.
I reached for the tape on my lips and pealed it off.
I let out a deep sigh of relief as I sat up straight again. Zayn was still caught in his dreams as I began pulling in my restrictions. I was sick and tired of this boy controlling me, keeping me hostage in my own apartment and actually kills the people around me. I wanted to just throw myself at him and twist his neck.
Zayn began to stir in his sleep and eventually opened his eyes. He stretched and yawned before sitting up, facing me.
“Good morning love” He said without a facial expression. I just glared back; it was not like I could talk back at him if I still was in no position to run for my life.
He crawled out of bed and stretched again before walking out of the room, leaving me there outer confused.
I let out an annoyed sigh and pulled with the tape again. After about 20 minutes he came back in, his hair in an exotic hairstyle and clothes no one without money would be able to wear. He held a half-eaten sandwich in his hand and a cup of tea in the other.
He walked passed me without even a look, like he pretended I wasn’t even there. He put the cup and the sandwich on the desk and sat down in front of my computer. He pressed the on button and took a sip on the tea.
“Let’s see if I had studied enough” He said to himself and opened my picture folder on my desktop. He clicked on the first one, making it bigger.
A picture of me and Liam popped up on the screen. Zayn examined it before turning to me.
“So… this is Liam Payne, 18 years old. You became friends in kindergarten and your still unseperated. He has a girlfriend named Danielle Peazer, who is a dancer at a club in the middle of London named Funky Buddah” He said. I gasped at his words, how in the world did he?...
“Liam works part time as a mechanic at the Payne’s automotive care and repair, which his father owns” Zayn continued.
“Liam loves salmon, summer and to sail, he dislike carrots, rude people and spoons… interesting” He said and bent an eyebrow at the last word.
“He is afraid of sharks, blood and getting his heart broken” He finished and turned to me.
I shot my eyebrows together and my lips in a straight line, I tried keeping all of the abusive words inside but they were really close of escaping.
Zayn smirked because he knew how this affected me, so he continued with the next picture.
A picture of me, Josh and Harry last summer, when we went fishing with Harry’s step father.
“Let’s see… Harry Styles, also one of your best friends. A womanizer but also very humble guy, he likes to wear tight jeans I noticed”
“Harry lives by your favorite restaurant right? Nando’s? I bet you are loyal costumers when you spend time at his, which you do a lot because you had a crush on him” He said. I pulled my wrists up to somehow try to reach him, even though I knew it was a futile attempt. I used to be in love with Harry, but that was before I met Chad, now sure I still fancied him but more as an amazing friend with really tight pants.
“Harry also works at the bar you are working at, The Anchor & Hope… He works as a barman though, you work as a waiter” He said and turned to me. He winked before turning back to the picture.
Josh Devine likes football, video games and well, boys… That is why he also tried to commit suicide five months ago but failed” He said and grinned. Oh those abusive words, I just wanted to scream them out, letting him know how much I hated him.
Zayn tapped his fingers on the desk, thinking.
“He tried to commit suicide because he is gay, and he simply thought he was diseased, poor lad” Zayn said and pouted his downer lip out in an ironic pity.
“He thought he was in love with Louis Tomlinson, this guy right here…” He said and the next picture appeared a picture of Louis in a mankini he got on his 17th birthday.
“Louis Tomlinson, gay, lives with his parents in a big mansion. They own the Tomlinson glass and window company and owns an immense amount of money” He said.
“Louis likes theater and to sing, one day he wants to become a drama teacher but he is afraid of standing on stage cause he is afraid of being judge… too late man” Zayn chuckled.
“SHUT UP! Shut the hell up! You know nothing, what the fuck do you want? Just leave me alone fucking cunt!” I screamed, tears burning in the corner of my eyes.
Zayn rose and made his way to me. He crutched down in front of me and stroked my thighs with both of his hands.
“Niall Horan, 18 years old… moved from Mullingar, Ireland to follow his dreams to become a surgeon… but his grades were not enough and that is why he is now studying to get a scholar ship to Bachelor in Medicine and Surgery in Cyprus. He like football, playing the guitar and to go sailing with Liam. He doesn’t like ‘the only way is Essex’ serie, his brother Greg and me… What he is afraid of?" Zayn finished and rose.
He sat down on my lap and put his arm around my shoulder. I turned away from him as far as I could but he pushed my head back with his hand until we met eye to eye.
"He is afraid of me..." He hissed.
“Niall, you are messing with the wrong dude… I know everything about you and your life, and the people that involve your life… I won’t hesitate to rip up every single one of them if I have to” He said with tense, devious eyes.
“Please just leave them alone, leave me alone… please” I tried to reason with him. I realized I was involved with a crazy, dangerous stalker but I tried to reach inside of him, he gotta have a heart somewhere behind that evil dark soul.
“You brought this on yourself… I was about to leave before you blew my cover… You ruined a lot for me I have to say, but you also opened my eyes to new ways. I can hide here, when they think Southman is gone for good, they will understand how wrong they really had” He said and kissed my cheek.
I wrinkled my face in disgust before prying my head to my right to avoid his face.
“Now Niall, school today… time to get ready” He said and rose. He untied my wrists and I sat there stroking them to relieve the pain.
They were red and bruised and I had no idea how to explain this to my friends.
“Get up, get dressed and be ready to go to school, the game can begin” He said and winked before walking out of the room.
I sobbed one time before obeying. I had no other option; It was like I was in mind control, like a robot.
I put on some new, fresh clothes and styled my hair up in my ordinary quiff. I walked over to my laptop where the screen showed the five of us at the school dance last year. We all looked so happy, even I did… Now, this was another story, and I knew it wasn’t going to end with smiles.
I put my books in my backpack and put it over my shoulder. I hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast since Zayn didn’t feed me. Now there was no time… I went out in the hall where Zayn stood with his own backpack over his shoulder and a cigarette in his hand.
“Ready to go beautiful?” He winked and put the fag to his lips. I gave him the glare of disgust before putting on my white supras, matching my white V-neck t-shirt and my black jeans.
I went passed Zayn and opened the door to the apartment.
When we went out the front door, I could feel the fresh wind against my face and the sun shining down on me. I hadn’t been out for three days, and I was feeling more alive than ever.
That all changed when Zayn appeared next to me with his cigarette.
“Oh and just to make sure you get the message…” He said and pointed at his jacket pocket, where his gun was slightly pointing out. He tucked it in further before grabbing my forearm and pulled me to my car.
He opened the driver seat door and gestured me to get inside. I gave him another one of my ice cold stares before sitting down. He walked around the car as I closed my door. He sat down in the passage seat and put the fag to his lips again. He wasn’t going to smoke in my car was he?
He closed his door and looked at me with confused eyes.
“Well… drive?” He said and leaned back in the seat. I gulped before starting the engine and backing out of the driveway.
I drove to school, the car in complete silence. I was lost in my thoughts, thinking about how this would go. What was his plan really? Was this really his plan or was he planning something bigger?
I also thought about ways to, without actually telling someone, tell someone about him. I wanted to scream out to the world about this, but I had people I needed to protect.
I pulled up on the parking lot at school and turned the car off. I unbuckled my belt and just as I was about to open the door, Zayn stopped me by grabbing the front of my shirt.
I looked at him with shock. I didn’t want to be alone with him anymore.
“Remember what I told you…” He hissed. I gulped before giving him a slight nod.
“Good boy, now we wouldn’t want a massacre at a school now would we?” He chuckled before releasing me.
He climbed out of the car and walked into school. I let him disappear from my sight before getting out of the car.
I walked into school and met mumbles from students and noise of footsteps in the corridors.
I walked to my locker and opened it. I got my Spanish book out and closed the locker again.
“Niall!?” I heard a voice coming from my right. I flinched but calmed myself as I met two green eyes of the most beautiful boy in school. Harry Styles.
“Harry…” I said and smiled.
“So your back now! I have tried to reach you for three days now, I thought something had happened to you” He said and embraced me. I hugged him back; it felt good to feel safe for a second. Being in his presence always warmth me up.
“I am fine, my phone is broken” I both lied and told the truth. He nodded and put his arm around my shoulder as we made our way towards Spanish class.
“So… did things go on good with Chad last Sunday?” He asked as we passed by classes and crowds with students.
I choked on his name, His faith was only mine and Zayn’s to know about.
“Yes, just fine” I said and looked into Harry’s eyes to somehow find that safeness again. His green orbs lit up my soul and let me inside of that area of happiness.
“It seems to me you’re growing tired of him” He said and gave me a concerned look. I shook my head in response. I hate having all of these secrets inside of me, it hurt my heart to lie to my friends and to pretend Chad was alright, when he definitely wasn’t.
We walked inside of the class and sat down in our usual spots. Liam was already seated next to Danielle in the back. I waved at them and Liam gave me one of his jolly good smiles while Danny waved back.
I sat down and put my Spanish book in front of me.
“Alright we have a new student joining us today, his name is Zayn Malik and he is a transfer from Bradford” Mrs. Quantine said. I didn’t look up from my book, I didn’t need to see his brown orbs glaring at me, I didn’t need to see the devil in his eyes…
I had already seen him… and what other won’t see, the secrets he was hiding, was also mine to keep. I from now on had to be … quiet.
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