You're My Light

When Zayn stumbles upon a girl who has many secrets and cuts herself he decides to take her in. She doesn't trust him at first and is quick to try to escape. But he keeps her firmly trying to protect from herself. As she realizes she can overcome the hurt, the two fall for each other. Then a horrible event occurs, but the boys don't see it as too tragic. Will her secrets all be revealed? Only Zayn can bring the light back to her darkness and vanquish the evils that haunt her.

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4. Let Me Go and Back Off

Charlotte POV

         Zayn had brought back pasta and I tried to refuse it but I was too hungry to care. So I ate the food. Then they wanted me to sleep but I said no. If Eleanor was right, then Zayn would keep me here. I didn't want to stay. I wanted to pretend like I never met Zayn and go on with my miserable life. But I wanted my razor. I wanted to go home. There were so many things I wanted but some I could probably never have.

         They put on Harry Potter and Zayn handed me a blanket. I started to watch the movie but got really sleepy. I began to doze off but my position kept bothering me. I felt like I was being pulled into dreamland but then suddenly my head was resting on something soft.

          The relalization struck me that Zayn had pulled me to resting on a pillow. But it was too late because I was already more than half unconscious. I let myself float in dreams that normally turned into nightmares.

          When I woke up I looked around. I found that I was in the bedroom Zayn had showed me before. I saw a little clock on the night stand that reported it was 6 o'clock. Zayn had found me in the early morning and we had eaten lunch before I fell asleep. I slept for a good three hours.

          I stormed down the stairs to find Zayn, Eleanor, and four other guys sitting in the living room. I recognized them as the other members of One Direction. Instead of shrieking at Zayn I just took off towards the door. I jerked it open and ran out. "Charlotte!" Zayn yelled behind me. I started running to the direction where I hid my bag. I heard pounding footsteps behind me. When I looked back Zayn was about fifty feet away.

          I turned into an alleyway and kept running. There was two paths you could take so I took the one on the right. I kept running until there was a trash can on the left. I reached in and dug through everything there, grabbing my bag. When I turned around Zayn was right there. "Got what you need? Great. Now let's go back," He said.

          "I took a shower and got some sleep. You did your good deed. Bye," I replied trying to step past him. He blocked my path.

          "You're coming back. We can do it the easy way or the hard way love," He stated. His dark brown eyes turned hard and for a minute he looked demonic. I pushed past him but he whipped around, grabbed my arm so I was facing him, and threw me on his shoulder.

          "Put me down!" I yelled at him pounding on his back.

          "When we get back to my flat," He said.

          "I'll scream," I threatened.

          "No you won't," He replied.

          "And why is that?" I asked my words coming out like steel.

           "Because you ran away. So if the police got involved they would take you back. And you won't chance that," He answered still walking back to his flat.

           "Put. Me. Down," I growled.

           He didn't reply. I kept pounding on his back and yelling at him but he wouldn't put me down. About five minutes later we entered his flat and he put me down. I crossed my arms over my chest. "This is kidnapping," I stated.

            "You are of legal age. Not kidnapping," He replied locking his door.

            "It doesn't matter. Taking someone against their will is kidnapping." I said.

             "Okay fine. But as I said before, you won't go to the police," He responded.

             "I hate you," I spit at him, eyeing the door.

             "Don't even think about it," He said following my gaze. He grabbed my arm, gently but forcefully, and pulled me to the couch. I fought his grip and broke it. He stood behind me and ushered me forward.

             "Touch me again and I'll punch you," I snapped at him, sitting on the couch.

             "Well Charlotte these are the boys. Boys, this is Charlotte." Zayn introduced us.

             "Hello love. I'm Harry," Harry said holding out his hand.

             "Yeah. I know who you are," I replied looking away from all of them.

             "Did you sleep well Charlotte?" Eleanor asked me. I narrowed my eyes at her and then looked away when she met my gaze evenly.

             "Yeah whatever," I grumbled. I glanced over at her and she was smiling at Zayn. I looked to Zayn who was gaping at Eleanor. Then my gaze landed on a very jealous Louis. "How long am I stuck in the hell hole anyways?" I questioned Zayn. He shrugged.

             "Until you learn that you don't have to cut to survive," He answered.

             "No way Not going to happen." I replied getting up.

             "You cut?" Niall asked. I shrugged. "Do you mind if I see?" He asked. I was going to say no but he was already pulling up my sleeve. There were gasps all around from the guys and Eleanor. I yanked my wrist back.

             "Don't touch me," I barked stepping back. I made a break for the door but found that Liam was blocking it.

              "Going somewhere?" He asked. I turned around and ran through the other rooms. I found a back door but before I could yank it open someone was pulling me in. I turned to look to see who it was and saw that it was Zayn. I pulled back but he held me closer to him and in a steel grip.

              "You need to calm down and stay," Zayn told me.

              "And you need to let me go," I snapped trying to pull away. He didn't let go so I kneed him in the croch. He bent over and loosened his grip but didn't let go. I was able to duck under his arms and open the back door. Zayn pushed me away from the door so I punched him in the face.

               I began opening drawers frantically and in one I found what I was looking for:something sharp. I took out a knife; it was sharp but not as sharp as a butcher knife or steak knife. I held it up to my wrist and cut it quickly a bunch of times. "Charlotte listen to me," Zayn said getting up.

              "You don't know anything," I snapped backing away from him and cutting again.

              "Charlotte you need to put that down," He told me holding his hands out innocently.

              "Back off," I screeched as he took another step forward.

               "She's right Zayn. Back off," Eleanor's voice came in. I looked in her direction and she was staring at me. I brought the knife to my wrist. "Zayn," She said as a warning.

               "Just let me leave," I demanded.

               "He doesn't understand Charlotte. He needs to give you space right?" She asked calmly staying where she was. I nodded keeping my eyes on her.

               "I'm not backing up," Zayn said taking a step forward. I cut my wrist deeply. "Okay okay I'll back up," He told me taking some steps backwards.

               "Let me leave now," I yelled at them, tears rolling down my cheeks.

               "I know you miss your family. Something happened that you had to leave right?" Eleanor asked. I was looking at Zayn now, making sure he wasn't coming at me. "And you want to go back but something is telling you that you can't," She continued. "Your family misses you too. Maybe if you called them to tell them you're okay it would help you. There's a phone right next to you," She said.

               I turned to look at the phone. It was right there. I could call, say I was okay, and that I loved them. I put the knife down to grab the phone. I looked at the phone debating to call or not. Then I threw the phone at the wall and screamed. Someone's hand was on my shoulder and I turned to see that it was Eleanor's. "It's okay if you don't want to call either. They still love you," She whispered.

               I had to admire her for keeping her calm like that. And I had already put the knife down. It was out of my reach. "Make them go," I said quietly gesturing to all of the boys who were standing in the doorway. She waved them off and they all left slowly. When they were out of view I let the tears fall down. She pulled me into a hug.

               "Oh sweetie," She soothed me.

"I make mistakes and sometimes I'm hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, you absolutely don't deserve me at my best,"

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