“Wha… what do you mean? Who got who?” Emma asked.

He opened his eyes.

“I gotta go. He has them. There’s nothing I can do, I’ll get a cab for you now. So sorry I …” He said.

“Zayn.” Emma put her hand on his shoulder and cut him off.

He looked at her and stopped talking.

“Tell me who was on the phone” Emma said to him.

“Joseph.” He murmured.

“Joseph who?” Emma was slowly making him talk.

“Welsh”

My heart stopped.

“What did he say?” I asked him.

He turned back and looked at us.

“I’ve already put you two in danger, so just get off the car and take a cab. You’re gonna be late.”

He said and was about to get off the car that I grabbed his shirt and pushed him to his seat.

“Joseph Welsh is that waiter in Piove!! I heard him talking with Sarah!! They were talking about Niall and he…”

“When? Where? What did they say? Marlya he’s taken Harry, Lou, Liam and Niall so I’m sure he’s fucking dangerous and he said if I don’t show up at Sarah’s house in an hour, he’s going to kill them all!!If you know anything, please tell me okay? ” Zayn asked me with his eyes wide open.

Emma was staring at us with her mouth open.
“I just know his number and…”
Zayn showed me a number on his phone.

“Yeah that’s it! I found it in Sarah’s bag!” I continued.
“Sarah’s bag? You…What is the matter with you?” he shouted.

“What is the matter with me? You think I don’t know what the hell is going on?” I screamed.
He clenched his jaw and frowned at me wordlessly.

“Okay you’re freaking me out, what the hell you two are you talking about?” Emma asked me.

I sat back and took a deep breath.

“I lied to both of you.” I murmured.

Zayn raised his eyebrows.

“What?! Okay Marlya I had enough!! You call me in the middle of the night, crying, saying you need help, then the next day, you act weird and say you called me because you were drunk and you missed me and that’s not you!! You just go out and when you come back, you just act even weirder!! Now you tell me what has happened to you or I swear I’ll kill you!!” Emma shouted at me.

Zayn frowned at Emma.

“She called you? Asking for help?” Zayn asked her.

“Yes!” Emma said harshly.

Zayn looked at me, waiting for me to explain.

“Niall hit me Zayn.” I murmured, looking at my fingers.

Emma stayed still. She just froze.

“What? What? What did you say?” Zayn shouted.

I swallowed and looked at him.

He was so angry.

“I went to his private room and called Emma from there then he saw me and beat me and… the next day in the mall, Harry and Niall beat me in the changing room. I didn’t go to the theme park, I was injured so Louis took me home and nursed me and told me that…” I looked at Zayn’s face and stopped talking.

Emma burst into laughter.

“Oh my god I’m laughing, you’re joking, right?” she said.

I looked at her and shook my head as “no”.

She stopped laughing and put her hand on her mouth.

“Oh my god!! But how can those sweet loving boys beat you? I can’t believe it!!” she said.

“Me too.” I replied to her and then looked at Zayn again.

I could see his neck vein.

He was livid.

His eyes were furious and… I was scared of him.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the word ‘killer’.

“They beat you and you didn’t tell me? YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” He shouted at me.

“I… Zayn I’m sorry.” I swallowed.

“You’re sorry?!” he yelled at me.

“I couldn’t just come and tell you that your fucking friends beat the shit out of me!!” I cried.

“You. Had to. Tell me!!!” he yelled.

“Well I couldn’t and I didn’t!!!” I yelled back.

“Guys stop it!!” Emma shouted at both of us.

I kept crying.

Zayn got off the car and slammed the door.

Emma tried to comfort me.

He started to walk up and down near the car, with his hands holding his neck.

He was trying to calm himself down.

“Hey it’s okay…” Emma was patting my arm.

“No, it’s not okay. I screwed up.” I cried.

“I think you need some fresh air.” She said and made me get off the car.

I leaned to the car and Emma stayed in the car.

Zayn walked over to me.

“Why did you go to Niall’s private room, huh?” he asked, trying to control his anger.

I sniffed and looked at him.

Should I tell him that I know about their stupid rules and who they work for? Or not?

Would he beat me like Niall and Harry then?

“I… I accidentally overheard two girls talking about you guys.” I confessed.

He licked his lips, trying to find the right words to say.

“What did they say?” he looked a bit worried.

“That you’ve beaten them because they’d entered the private rooms and the stuff and… and
how dangerous you are.” I swallowed.

“Who were those two chicks?” he asked harshly.

“I don’t know.” I lied.
If I told him the truth, he would definitely beat the shit out of them.

“You’re lying. I can tell it by looking in your eyes. Who were those chicks?” he stepped closer threateningly.

“They talked about me, too.” I said unwillingly.

“Who were those chicks, Marlya ?” he shouted.

His face was only inches from mine.

“They said that they should help me escape cause you guys are going to ruin me!!” I cried.

The furiousness in his eyes turned into anguish.

Suddenly he punched the driver’s side window.
The window broke and I shrieked with fright.
Emma came out of the car and ran to us.

“Hey, calm the fucking down! She’s not okay right now!” she snapped at him.
He ignored her and turned around and walked away.

Emma muttered something and ran to him.

She talked with him and they yelled at each other a couple of times.

He looked at me then Emma tugged him to the car.

I looked at my fingers.

Zayn suddenly hugged me and started to stroke my hair.
Did Emma put on a spell on him?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you well. I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have left you alone at the party!” he said.

“It’s okay… it’s not your fault. Sorry that I lied to you.” I said and hugged him tightly by wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him closer.

Emma started to wipe the glasses off the driver’s seat.

“Sorry that I yelled at you.” He said while his chin was resting on my shoulder.

When he moved his jaw, his chin tickled my shoulder.
I smiled in his hug.

“God you should be a freaking professional badass boxer to break this glass!! Not that I hate it or something but still…” Emma said to Zayn.

“Could you stop tickling me? Your chin is tickling me.” I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

He chuckled and let me go.

“Hey… whenever you were ready, tell me what happened, okay?” he murmured.

I stared at him.

He looked so innocent at the moment.

“Okay.” I said.

He smiled bitterly.

“… that’s why you covered your stomach? because you didn’t want anyone to see your bruise, right?” he asked me.

I nodded.

“Oh god. How hard they beat you? I know what to do with them!! Bastards!!” he said and bit his lip.

“Hey it’s okay don’t…”

“Your eyebrow cut, too, huh?” he asked.

I nodded again.

He cupped my face and kissed my cut gently.

“I promise they’ll pay for it.” He said, rubbing his thumb on my cut gently.

I felt a warm liquid on my face.

I took his hand and looked at it.

His knuckles were covered in blood.

“Zayn your hand!!”

“I know… it’s nothing.” He smiled.

“But…”
“Okay, cleanings done!!! We need to save them, now!” Emma clapped her hands to catch our attention.

Zayn raised his eyebrows at her.

“I have some unfinished business to do with Niall and Harry.” Emma said and folded up her sleeves.

Zayn looked at me then at Emma.

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“Hell I am!!” she said and crossed her arms.
He looked at me again.
I shrugged.

“That’s just Emma!!” I said.

“Okay do you understand that this guy is dangerous? He’s a criminal & I’m sure that there’s more people working with him!!”

“I don’t care and that’s why I’m coming with you.” She said, looking desperate.

“I’m coming too!!” I said.

“Uh uh!! You’re not coming! You’re injured enough!!” Emma said.

“What?! Shut up!!” I snapped at her.

“Both of you are not coming! This isn’t a game or a fucking action movie!” Zayn said and glanced at his watch.

“Half an hour left!” he said.

Emma looked at me and I nodded.

“You have two choices. 1.Take us with you. 2.You’re not going anywhere.” She said.

He closed his eyes.
“This is not a…”

“Nahh!!” Emma said.

“But I can’t promise that I’ll protect you!! You could get hurt or… killed. No I can’t do this!! I can’t risk your lives!! It’s insane!”

“Zayn, I don’t want to live without you, I can’t.” I said, even though I knew that he was a killer.
But, He was still my friend and I loved him.

He was always protective over me. At least I haven’t seen his dark side towards me yet.

He looked at me then at Emma.

“Fine!” he said.

“Yes!” Emma said and gave me a high five.

“Get in the car, now!” Zayn ordered.

We hoped in the car.

“Thanks sweet cheeks.” He said to Emma.

“Anytime!” She smiled at him.

He smiled back at her and then started the car and began driving.

“Okay tell me about this guy, Joseph.” Emma said.

“He has a gun.” Zayn said.

“So… do you have one?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s in the boot.” He replied.

“Do you know how to use it?” she asked him.

I smirked.

“Sure he does.” I said.

I still hadn’t get over the fact that he was a killer.

He looked at me through the rear view, frowning.

His eyes were worried this time.

“Well, when you have a gun, you know how to use it.” He said.

“True, Have you ever used it?” I asked.

Emma looked at Zayn, waiting for his answer.

He didn’t say anything and pulled over.

“Okay here it is. In this house, get off the car.” He ordered.

We got off and waited for him to do the same, but he didn’t.
Instead, he pushed the pedal to the metal and disappeared in London’s streets.

“Come on!! I knew it!! We arrived too soon!!”” Emma shouted, stomping her feet on the ground.

“Don’t worry, I know where he’s going.” I said and winked at her.

Notes

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