"What the hell happened?" Harry asks as he looks me up and down in Elijah's arms. Tears are still continuously falling down my cheeks and now I cannot even stop them. They just keep on falling and falling...
Elijah has finally stopped walking I believe. But I can't really tell honestly because everything is shaking...crumbling right in front of me. I feel Elijah's eyes looking down at me, filled with concern. But I don't even bother looking up at him. I don't want to look at anything or anyone...
"It's Zayn," Elijah says very calmly. "He's gone."
I am not even looking at Harry right now, but I can picture what his face looks like right now."What do you mean he's gone?" Harry says, slightly raising his voice. I can tell that he has sobered up a little since the last time I saw him. I try to block out the entire conversation because it's just too much right now. Damon took Zayn...and now he hopes that I will just give up and hand myself over to him. Instead of trying to find Will now, I have to try to find Zayn as well. How the hell did this even fucking happen? This is so just...fucked up.
Elijah raises me out in front of him so that Harry can put me into his arms. As soon as I'm in Harry's arms I pull myself closer to him and bury my face against his jacket. "I'm going to get you out of here," Harry whispers in my ear comfortingly. Harry begins to walk but soon he abruptly stops. "Hey, what's your name?" Harry asks someone who I'm guessing is Elijah.
"Elijah. Elijah Mikaelson."
"Oh. Well thank you Elijah for bringing Mari in here safely," Harry sincerely says. "Could you please do a favor for me and go find Brian. Tell him everything please. And tell him that I'm taking Mari out to the car. Tell him to have everyone look around the property for any sign of Damon and then meet me out there."
Elijah says "sure" and that's when Harry quickly thanks him. And then we are on the move again. I hear people scoff and growl as Harry pushes through the crowd. Harry mumbles a couple times for them to fuck off, only causing more people to scoff at his rude remark.
Soon I feel the cool air hit my body again, but this time I don't shiver at all. My body feels cold already. Harry sets me down on the ground and my legs kinda give out on me. Harry grabs my sides to hold me up and I shake my head to let him know that he can let me go. He takes the car keys out of his pocket and unlocks the car. He opens the door and I slide into the back seat, shutting the door behind me. The opposite door opens up seconds later and Harry enters. As soon as he shuts the door he opens his arms, signaling for me to come over to him. I slide closer to him before wrapping my arms around his waist and letting myself cry once more.
"Shhh," he whispers before wrapping his arms around my waist. "Everything is going to be okay," he reassures.
His words don't stick with me. They just go in one ear and right out the other. His optimism is weird to me. He always has a positive outlook on things. I mean...I've discovered that you cannot always just look at the brighter sides of things now. You have to look a both sides. But now...I'm kinda leaning more towards the pessimistic side.
My sobs have gotten slightly louder now and my whole body is shaking even more now somewhat. "No it's not," I reply through my tears. "I-It's ov-"
"Nope," he cuts me off before pulling himself away from me. "Don't say it."
"Well then what the hell am I supposed to say Harry?!" I shout while raising my hands in the air. "Oh my brother and now boyfriend have been kidnapped and are with some psychotic asshole right now," I say sarcastically in a mocking tone. "Fuck!"I shout before dangerously pulling the roots of my hair. "I'm tired of everyone saying everything is going to be okay. Because obviously things are getting fucking worse a-and I d-don't kno-" I cannot even finish the sentence before I sob again. I place my shaky hands over my face in attempt to muffle the sobs a little but it doesn't work. Harry pulls me to him again and brushes my hair away from my face. I find it getting harder and harder for me to breathe, as it feels like my lungs are closing up on me.
"Breathe Mari," Harry coos into my ear. "Just breathe. Take a deep breath with me babe." I try to calm my shaky nerves by taking a deep breathe and my breathing slows down just a little. But I still feel...I don't know how to describe it. "Just close your eyes and relax a bit. We'll talk later okay?"
I nod my head honestly ready to return back to the house so I can get away from anything. I wipe my tears away with the back of my hand before I scoot back over to my seat. I lean my head against the cold glass window and pull my legs up to my chest. After closing my eyes, I take a couple deep breaths in hopes of calming my nerves down a little bit more.
If Zayn were here right now, I would be in his warm embrace, the smell of his intoxicating cologne filling my nostrils. I try to focus on him, imagining him sitting here beside me.
"It's going to be okay," I can hear him saying to me before pressing a kiss to my temple.
But what if everything is not going to be okay.
What if it just isn't?
And that's when my body decides to fall asleep, letting that question just float in my mind...unanswered.
"What do you mean he's gone?!" Doniya shouts, her eyes filled with anger. "How the fuck did this happen Brian?"
We are..well everyone else is now all sitting in the kitchen while I am sitting on the couch in the living room right beside the kitchen. Brian just broke the news to Doniya who is in complete shock and in denial. Well join the club.
Brian takes his hand through his hair before leaning over the counter in the kitchen. "I don't know. It ju-"
Doniya's eyes immediately glance over at mine and they are filled with hate. "You," she growls through her teeth before clenching her jaw. "This is all your fucking fault as usual!" she shouts before letting out a small chuckle. "You are always fucking ruining something," she mumbles once more. "What else are you gonna fuck up in my life huh?" she says before running her hand through her long black hair angrily. "HUH?!?"
I just find myself staring back at her...not knowing what to say. "Doniya," Harry warns. "Stop yelling at her like that." Her eyes immediately snap to Harry and she clenches her fist.
"Why does someone always defend her? You all always put Mari first before anyone else. Why the hell is that?" she says while raising her eyebrow. "She's the one who has invaded all of our lives causing us to change so many fucking things just to satisfy her needs. So I deserve to yell at her. She fucking ruins everything."
"This isn't my fault," I whisper loud enough for her to hear me and she sends her intense glare back over to me.
"Oh really?" she says before chuckling. "Well who's is it then? I remember Zayn living a completely normal life before you came. And I had a normal life too. But no, we are on the run from some psychotic bastard because he wants to kill you and him. But if Zayn had never met you, he would not be in this situation right now. The Damon prick would have only been after you probably, not him." I just continue to sit there, removing my glare from her and just begin staring at my lap. I'm not in the mood to talk nor fight with anybody. I don't even want to be down here right now. I want to be alone. "Why did Zayn even have to start dating you? I don't get it. All you have done is just bring more trouble in our lives. Stupid Zayn," she growls. "Always picking someone that does not deserve him to be his girlfriend."
My eyes begin to sting with tears and I bite my lip. "Why do you always blame everything on me Doniya?!" I say louder than I intended to. "I've never fucking done anything to you. But for some reason you just blame me for everything that happens to you. You know good and damned well that none of this is my fault. So I would really appreciate it if you would just shut your fucking mouth for once in your damn life."
Doniya's eyes widen in shock and Harry looks over at me with a smirk on his lips. Doniya scoffs at him before rolling her eyes.
"Both of you just relax and freakin' listen will ya?" Brian speaks up, sounding slightly irritated. Well the feeling is fucking mutual. "We will try our hardest to find Will and Zayn as soon as possible. Elijah, Kol and Rebekkah are coming over here tomorrow to help out. So hopefully we will find him in a week or s-"
"A fucking week?!" Doniya shouts, obviously outraged. "He could be dead by then Brian. He could be dead right now and we would not even know it!"
Images of Zayn's dead and lifeless corpse flash throughout my mind and I feel like I am about to throw up.
Brian nods his head in disagreement. "Damon won't touch Zayn because I know he wants Mari to come for him. So we have to kinda wait it o-"
"NO!" Doniya shouts. "No! No! Hell no! We need to go out right now and look for him. He is my younger brother and god forbid him to die before I do. I am not going to let him just stay in danger ."
Harry places a hand on Doniya's shoulder and she looks up at him. "I agree with Brian," he says. "It's better to have a plan rather than doing something directly off of impulse. And tom-"
"You know what?" she growls, her eyes filled with anger. "Obviously none of you give a fuck about Zayn because you aren't out looking for him right now. So guess what? Fuck you all. Fuck every single one of you!" she spits before storming out the room, leaving all of us speechless.
As soon as she leaves, Brian sighs and walks towards the kitchen table. He places his hands over his face and let's out a frustrated sigh. Harry peers down at me with his green eyes and he mouths "sorry" to me before walking the direction Doniya just went. So now it's just me in here, sitting down on the couch...which means my mind is now able to eat itself alive...
I slam the door behind me and sit down on my bed and scream into my pillow. Fuck them. Fuck Brian. Fuck Mari. Just fuck everyone. I'm tired of little Ms. Mari getting everything she wants. All anyone seems to care about is her now. No one gives a fucking shit about me. I thought Harry did...but now all he seems to do is side with that little bitch.
Soon the door opens and I already know who it is without looking up. "Get the hell out Harry," I growl before rolling on my side. I hear the door shut behind me and then feel the side of the bed dip a little bit and I know the little shit is now sitting on my bed. Obviously he doesn't understand what the words "get out" mean.
"No I'm not leaving until you decide to talk to me Doniya," he says softly, trying to tempt me to look up at him. Well no, I'm not going to.
"Why should I talk to you when you are probably gonna go downstairs and tell your new best friend about it? How about she becomes your new girlfriend and not me." I hear Harry let out a long sigh before I feel his weight being lifted off of the bed. I wait to hear the sound of the doorknob turning, signaling that he left but it never comes. Instead, Harry walks to the side of the bed and kneels down in front of me. He takes my hands in his and I try to pull them away, but that only causes him to hold them tighter.
"What's your problem with her?" he asks while raising his eyebrow. "Mari has not done anything to anyone at all. But somehow you manage to hate her. I don't understand how that is even possible? And how could you say that I want to be her boyfriend? I only have my eyes set on you. And only you."
Yeah, yeah. Obviously he is phased by her charm and crap. He's delusional. But he has no idea how much she has made us do in just a few mere months. These last few months have been hell...just because of her. "Do you realize how much chaos she has brought into our lives?" I ask, trying to open his eyes so that he can see the things she has done. "Remember when her brother shot me because he wanted her back? Remember when Zayn's entire house got burned down along with everything we owned?"
"But that's just life Doniya. Things like that just happen sometimes."
"See," I mumble, beyond done with his shit now. "You're always going to side with her huh?"
"No Doniya. You're twisting my words ar-"
"No I get it," I say cutting him off before turning my face away from him. "It's fine. It's absolutely fucking fine."
He cups my cheek with his hand and tries to turn my face back towards him. I try to pull away but it doesn't work. "Why won't you just listen to me instead of being irrational?" he asks while raising his eyebrow. " As far as the situation with Zayn goes, none of us expected it. That's what Damon values-shock factor. He wanted to surprise us by doing that...and he did. So now we have the Mikaelson's on our side willing to help us look for both Will and Zayn. Just like Brian said, I guarantee that we will have found them in a week or so."
"That's way too long Harry," I say while looking him directly in the eyes. His green eyes are paying close attention to me now and he swipes his tongue across his lips. "Something could happen in a weeks time. That's why we should be out there right now trying to find him, like I suggested."
"Well good luck with that," he says sarcastically and starts to laugh. With that, I stand up out of the bed and walk over to my closet. I open the doors and pull out a duffel bag and start shoving things in it. "Wait. W-What are you doing Doniya?" he asks nervously.
"You obviously think I'm joking with you. But I'm dead serious." I hear him stand up from the bed and soon he is standing right beside me, snatching the duffel bag out my hand. "Give it back," I growl at him through my teeth.
"Not until you sit down and actually take a breather for a minute," he retorts. "Obviously you are not thinking straight. Just please sit down and let's ta-"
"No Harry," I say harshly, cutting him off from saying anything else. "I'm not going to just sit there and let you feed me a whole bunch of bullshit just to try to make me stay here." He looks shocked by my words...but I mean them. I'm not staying. "Now fucking give me the bag back before I punch you."
"Do you realize how stupid it would be for you to go out there all alone by yourself just to find Zayn?" he asks, completely ignoring my request to have my bag back. Little shit. "Do you realize how dangerous that is?"
"I wouldn't have to go alone," I simply reply before running a hand through my hair. "You could...umm...come too."
"What?!" Harry shouts. "So instead of only you being in danger, you want me to go along with you and join you in your stupid act? Are you freakin' insane? No way. Absolutely not."
"Well it looks like I'm going by myself then," I say before snatching my bag out of his hand and continuing to stuff things inside of it.
"No," he mumbles. "You're not going at all," he says irritated through his teeth.
"And who's gonna stop me Harry?" I shout, stopping the packing process. "It sure as hell won't be you. You don't fucking control me the last time I checked."
"Why are you doing this Doniya?" he asks, obviously becoming more and more annoyed with how I'm going about this situation. "Is it because you are afraid? D-Do you want to prove something to someone. What?! What is making you want to do this?!"
His green eyes are filled with anger now and they have slightly narrowed at me. Harry has his fists clenched beside him, his lips in the perfect straight line. I've never seen him...well this mad before...ever.
"I'm not doing this for anyone!" I retort, defending myself. "I'm doing this to save my brother. Your best friend." His glare shifts down to the ground and he begins to tug roughly at the roots of his curly hair. "Now I'm done listening to you Harry. I'm leaving and that's it. I-It's final."
I zip up my bag and put it on my shoulder before looking at Harry once more. His green eyes are staring deeply into mine and I decide to pull him into a hug, as kinda like an apology for me yelling at him. He lets his arms dangle at his sides, but after a few seconds, I feel them wrap around my waist.
"Please don't do this," he whispers desperately. "You don't have to leave. We can go look for Zayn first thing in the morning tomorrow I promise. Just don't le-"
I cut him off by pressing a hard kiss to his mouth and he instantly kisses me back. His hands find their way to my hips and I wrap my arms around his neck. I'm going to miss this. I really am. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against his."I'm sorry. But I'm gonna do this...my way. The next time I come back, Zayn will be with me. I know that for sure."
"But what about Waliyah and Safaa?" he asks. "What are we supposed to tell them?"
"Tell them that I'll be back soon...and tell them Zayn will be too." I almost forgot about my little sisters. I'm sure they will be fine without me. Besides they have so many people here that will keep the company. I am the least bit worried. "And most importantly," I say before gulping, "tell them that I love them."
"Okay. I will," Harry replies. This is when I press one final kiss to his lips and savor as much of it as I can of it. I give him one last hug and inhale the wonderful smell of his cologne. "Take care Harry alright?" I say and he nods his head slowly and I know he's doubting my decision to leave.
I turn around quickly so that I do not have to see the pain that has now filled his eyes. I don't want to leave...but I am. And I know that if I turn around and look at Harry one more time, I will cry...and I don't want to.
I walk out of the room, trying my hardest to resist the urge to turn back around and run into Harry's arms. I make my way downstairs to discover that no one is down here at all. That should make things a whole lot easier. I walk over to the kitchen counter and grab the keys to one of the vans. I take one final look around the room before taking a deep breath and walking towards the door.
"Doniya?" I hear a voice softly say, causing me to turn around. In front of me I see Mari, her eyes puffy and her brown hair falling down her shoulders. She has now changed into a baggy sweatshirt and yoga pants. "Where are you going?"
To fucking fix what you caused. "To save my brother," I hiss instead of saying what I actually really wanted to say. Then I turn away from the girl before walking out the door and slamming the door behind me. I quickly make my way over to the van and unlock the doors. I slide into the driver's seat and place my bag beside me before shutting the door. The car roars to life as I turn the keys in the ignition and I buckle my seat belt. Well at least there is a plus to this situation: I don't have to see Mari everyday now for a while. That's a huge plus.
I pull the car out of the driveway and start to drive, not knowing where to head off to first. But as long as I find Zayn, I really don't care...
heyyy! :) tysm for reading this chapterrr! and i hope ya liked it! please leave a comment if you wanna! it would mean the world to me :) and fave my story too if you haven't already!
umm so yes doniya is gone and she is off to go and find zayn ;) and now harry is practically heartbroken :( next chapter will be in zayn's pov and i am excited for you all to read it! :D
also i have a question! so i need help trying to pick out who my next fanfic will be about. i'm thinking about writing one about louis or liam :) so what do ya think? lemme know which one you think i should do in the comments! that would be amazing! :D
again tysm for reading! and i'll see you on monday! xx