Love on the Run

Kendall was just a normal teenager going to a concert with her best friend. But when danger strikes and an unknown criminal arrives and starts shooting up the area, Kendall finds herself completely alone. Luckily, two brave boys are there to help her out, Zayn Malik and Harry Styles from One Direction. Kendall wasn't much of a fan, but the trio starts to bond while running from a killer. When both band members start to develop feelings for her along the way, Kendall finds herself trying to make the hardest decision of her life.

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4. Captured

Harry, Zayn and I had been wandering the abandoned park for almost an entire day now. None of us had any clue what we were going to do to get home. We thought about walking... but that would just take way too long. Plus... Harry and Zayn had a plane to catch in the next couple days. My best idea was to wait for Maya to come back for me... after all, my parents were at an island on vacation. They'll never know I'm even here. 

Still wearing Zayn's jacket, I rubbed my arms for more warmth. I looked to the sky. The sun was almost completely down... pretty soon, we would all be in for a rough night.

Harry stopped walking and turned to look at Zayn and I. "You know," he started. "We are gonna need to sleep at some point."

Now that he had brought it up, I suddenly realized how tired I was. I mean, I had been through a lot that day...

Zayn looked at me with concern. "He's right, Kendall. We have to be at our best in case this maniac comes back."

"But isn't it kind of dangerous to just... lay down at a place like this? Like you said, what if he comes back..." I let my words trail off. 

Harry walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, we wouldn't let him hurt you." 

These words really comforted me. But it didn't stop me from wondering how we were possibly going to sleep at a time like this.

"We can take shifts" Zayn offered. "Somebody keeps watch while the other two sleep?" 

There was a pause, as if we were waiting for one of us to come up with a better plan. When nothing was said...

"Alright. I'll go first." I heard Harry say. 

The three of us walked over to the nearest field, and stopped right at the edge of the woods. 

"This'll be the best spot we'll be able to find," Zayn said, dropping down to his knees, beginning to gather some leaves to lay down as a bed. 

I started to laugh at him. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Is there a problem?" He asked, grinning. 

"Oh no, not at all," I replied with my fist over my mouth to keep from smiling. He continued to stare at me. 

"It's just..." I started. "I think it's funny that you're laying down leaves to sleep on... like in some survivor show. I mean, you know its not going to change how comfortable we are... the ground is the ground." 

Zayn looked at the ground, seeming to realize his ignorance. Then he gathered the whole pile of leaves in his hands and threw them all right at me.

"Ugh!" I shrieked waving the leaves away from my face. I began to laugh out loud, embarrassingly. After that we just started fighting. Play fighting, i mean. We were running around the field tossing leaves at each other, like little kids. But even in a stressful situation, that was the most fun I had had in a long time. 

I picked a pine comb, mistaking it for a leaf, and threw it had at Zayn, who was about 20 feet away from me. When I saw it hit him right on the head, I saw his jaw drop and i attempted not to laugh. 

 I put my hand up, as if motioning him to calm down. "Zayn... I'm reaaaaaally sorry..." I said, backing up while he took a couple steps toward me.

"Oh you're gonna get it," he replied.

All of a sudden, I see Zayn start to run towards me. I turned around to run the other way but he must have been faster than me, because in no time, I felt his strong muscly arms around me, picking me up and lifting me off the ground. He swung me around in a circle, both of us just laughing and giggling. 

When he finally put me down, I turned around to look at him. Our faces were right up close, both of us breathing heavy. I looked to his lips, and thought for sure he was gonna lean in and kiss me right then. I wanted more than anything to kiss him...

"Zayn! Kendall!" 

I turned away from Zayn and looked to the direction that I heard the noise. From across the field, I could see Harry running towards us, looking like he had just seen a ghost! I looked at Zayn for an explanation but he just looked at me with the same confusion that I had. 

I could hear Harry still shrieking behind me. But for some reason, I just couldn't take my eyes off of Zayn's soft dark eyes, and long eyelashes. 

My admiration for him was interrupted by Zayn nodding at me, as if assuring me that something was wrong. At that point, Harry had run all the way up to us, but didn't even stop running when he got to us. He just grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him. 

Holding Harry's hand, the two of us ran as fast as we could into the woods. Although I wasn't sure what exactly we were running for, Harry seemed to have a good reason so I just ran along side him. 

About a minute into the run, I turned around to make sure that Zayn was still behind me. When I saw that he wasn't, I stopped running and let go of Harry's hand. He stopped and stood beside me, trying to figure out what I was looking for.

"Zayn!?" I called in the direction of the woods entrance.

Harry quickly smacked his hands over my mouth. "Shh!" He said to me.

With his hands still covering my mouth, I looked at him with worried eyes. He freed my mouth and began to look around. I did the same.

We were literally just standing in the middle of woods. Trees, logs, creeks, birds, bugs, Harry and I. 

I looked back to the field that I could no longer see. I began to get really worried that Zayn hadn't followed us here. I must have been busy searching for Zayn, because I almost didn't even hear the sound of Harry getting knocked to the ground. 

I swung around just in time to see Harry hit the ground with a bloody wound on the side of his head... unconscious. I screamed as I became face to face with the killer.

I began to wimper as the bald old man, dressed in all black, aggressively wrapped his arm around my entire body. I watched as he put a knife to my chest to threaten me. "If you're smart girl, you'll follow me quietly." His deep voice said.

I nodded in fear, and silent tears streamed down from my face. I felt the man begin to drag me farther and farther away from Harry. 

I stared at his motionless curls all the way until he was completely out of sight. I was alone. With the killer. I had no clue where Zayn was... and as far as I knew, no one would get to Harry in time to help him.

At this point, still in the arms of the pyscho, I was just hoping for a miracle.

 

 

 

 

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