Worst Nightmare

Marisa has been in the same awful, scary town and is ready to leave, one night on her own she runs into a monster of a guy. What happens when he decides she's his and is dermined to have her. All she knows is he is her new worst nightmare, while he slowly slowly starts to follow, stock and scare her and oddly start to care for her, but can't express it in any good way. (One Direction not famous)


5. 5. All Her Weakness'

Marisa’s P.O.V

As Zayn walked away I still stood shocked. He actually was such a jerk, not that I didn’t already know that. Remembering what Zayn said I took off my boots and ran home. It wasn’t very long but once I reached my door I was pretty sweaty. “Mum I’m home” I yelled to her, until I realised she was asleep on the couch. I made my way over and planted a kiss on her cheek and made my way to my bedroom. I went to the washroom near side my end table and started to wash my face.


Zayn’s P.O.V

To get Marisa to be my puppet I had to find all of her weaknesses.  After talking with Harry I made my way back to Marisa’s place and hid near the wall as I saw Marisa’s mum asleep. Her mum was very important to her; it was clear when she kept quiet about me. I went around the back of the house and found Marisa’s window. The house’s walls were very weird; they had a really good grip on them which made it much easier to climb.

I climbed until I made it to the roof just outside her window and peaked in. I saw Marisa coming in her room with her hair up and a wet face, probably from washing up. She made her way to her dresser and picked out a pair of pink pajama pants and a white tank top. I watched her as she slipped off her shirt and changed it with the tank top. She was a very fit girl, which was surprising because I don’t know how she would get exercise, cooped up and all.

She pulled the shirt over her head and changed her pants to the pajama bottoms. Marisa then checked her phone as she texted someone. She smiled, which then faded to wiping a tear from her eye. She looked upset, and lonely. She un raveled her brown hair from the bun and let it fall to her shoulders. She quickly brushed it then lotioned her legs and face. Once she was done she made her way to the bed and laid down taking out a pen and journal.

The journal was pink, as well as her bedroom. From what I could tell her favorite colour must have been pink. I could tell she was no longer upset, more angry as she put lots of pressure on the pen. Once she was done a good 2 minute writing piece she placed her book back in her end table and switched off the light. Once she did I could no longer see in, I made my way off the roof and headed back to my flat.

My flat wasn’t far from her place, a good 5 minute walk. As I walked home I had a few things running through my mind. Who was she texting? What’s written in her book? And how can I get her to fall into my trap. Harry was right, she is a stupid, sassy, pretty girl but I could easily get her in my hands. As I walked home I saw a guy walking towards my way with his hood up. “Niall?” I called out, the 3rd guy in Louis’ gang. The guy looked at me, as I realised it was Liam, an old pal who I and the gang sort of messed around with last night.

Liam quickly kept walking as I stopped him. “Dude your face” I said checking out a major black eye. “You guys did it” he said looking down “And this” he yelled lifting his hoodie to reveal a huge gash covered by a bloody bandage. “That gang still important to you Malik?” Liam walked off. “We were best friends and you didn’t even think twice before beating the living crap out of me, bastard” Liam yelled as he continued to walk. I rubbed it off and continued to walk home, Once I got to my flat I took off my jacket and threw it to the floor.

With no parents around my house was a mess, but it was mine which was something. I went to the bathroom and opened the drawer to get my tooth brush. I moved the weed hidden there to the side and brushed my teeth. Once I finished I washed my face then headed to the couch, where I slept. I had a great amount of money, but I knew I didn’t need to spend it on a bed. I looked threw my phone with just a bunch of hook ups for drugs being the messages then went to sleep. I dreamt of Marisa, which meant I either thought of her, or she thought of me, but if that belief is true that meant she was dreaming of me as well.

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