Our Story

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[A/N-Song for this chapter - not about angles. By birdy.
If the song is over but the chapter isn't, read 18 by 1D.
Listen to it towards the middle of the chapter.
I'm sorry...]

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Narrators p.o.v

Sam could feel her dropping as she saw emily being manhandled into the room. Zayn's sinister smirk couldn't have been better, he did it. He's got Harry beat, and to make things better he's got Niall's girl too.

"P-please let her go. She didn't do anything." Sam weakly pleads, a pulsing pain shoots up her left arm that's being tied together behind her back.

Zayn shrugs. "Does not matter, she came here. Stupid little thing ain't she." He forcefully grabs Emily's arm, throwing her towards emily.

Sam sees Zayn carrying a black belt, it carriers a few knifes. But what really caught her tearful eyes, was the shiny silver pistol he was now holding in his hand.

He points the death threat at Emily, "Now, I'm going to give you five minutes. Your going to say your goodbyes and all that good stuff-" he waves the gun around carelessly. "Then I'm going to take my gun, and put a bullet in both of your heads. This should be fun, yeah?"

Emily shakes her head in disbelief and disgust. "What. Is. Wrong. With. You? You will fûcking let us go or else-"

"Or else what?" Zayn says cutting her off. "You really think your little boyfriend gives two shits about you and your pathetic life? You were consolation prize, sorry to break it o ya babe, he doesn't care. Of he did wouldn't he be here right now." He smiling now.

She shakes her head looking at Sam for some sign that, that wasn't true. Because she knew Niall loved her. He said it, he showed it, every time, he showed how much he loved her. But when Sam refuses to meet her gaze she can feel her self breaking down.

"Not that's not true. I know he loves me!" Her fist angrily hit the ground. "I won't let you or any one else tell me otherwise."

"If he loved you so much why isn't he here?"

Shut up.

"Why didn't he tell you about the gang?"

Please.

"He never loved you, your nothing but a whore who's given him her virginity on there second date-" he didn't get to finish, as emily launches of from the floor to attack his face in anger.

"You bitc-" She punches him square in the gut.

Zayn's mad. Beyond mad.

He grabs Emily by her hair, slamming her face into the brick centered wall. "You pathetic waste of space, I'm going to show you how to treat a man." He yanks her arm, dispose her constant 'I'm sorry's'

"Wait!" Sam shouts, her limbs protesting. "Please, just take me. Please don't do that to her." Sam watches as emily tilts her back to keep the blood from flowing out her nostrils.

"Sam, you don't have to do th-" a harsh kick to her side shuts her up.

Sam refuses to cry, she refuses to show she's any weaker than she's already portrayed as. "Please, don't hurt her. She doesn't know. You can have me just...give me five ,I utes to say goodbye please."

Zayn taps his chin in fake concentration. "Uh, I guess. Five minutes, no more no less." He unites her hands before leaving.

Emily is he first to talk. "Sam, what are you doing ther-"