Amelia and I left the hotel around 10 am and literally shopped all day. We both bought hot new dresses and shoes that we thought we could wear the night of the concert. We laughed and took lots of pictures to post on FB so that our mom could sort of see what we were up to. It was a beautiful day outside so my sunglasses masked the fading bruise still under my eye. We even went to visit the CN Tower. We went all the way up to the top and took pictures there as well. It was a great day, and with any luck, it would be an even greater night. As we made our way back to the hotel, I check my phone to see if I have any messages. My heart sinks a little when I see there is nothing there.
"It's ok Liv. I haven't heard from Zayn either, but there is no way that they won't call." Mia says. Have I mentioned that nothing ever bothers her?! As we step out of the hotel and onto the 7th floor, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I stop dead in my tracks. "What's wrong?" Mia askes, staring at me.
"I don't know, something doesn't feel right. It's too quiet" I say.
"Your just being paranoid. It's quiet because the guys are still at rehearsal. C'mon these bags are getting heavy" and before I can stop her, she opens the door to our room, only to come face to face with the hotel manager, holding a knife, He grabs Mia and she screams. He holds the knife at her throat and looks at me with an icy stare.
"Come inside and shut the door or she dies."
Shit this is bad. I do as he says and shut the door behind me.
I can see Niall constantly looking at his phone for the time. I know how he feels, this rehearsal is dragging on. I want to get back to see Mia. I take a drink of water and hear Paul's cell phone ring in his coat pocket.
"Hey Paul! Your phone's ringing!" I holler. I have no idea where he is, so I fish it out of his pocket and answer it "Ello? Um, no I don't see him at the moment. Can I take a message for him. Const. Stephens from the TO Police Department? Does this have anything to do with the assault charges we're laying against the manager of the Hilton Hotel? Yes, I'm Zayn Malik, one of the witnesses. WHAT? Out on bail?! When? A criminal record? What for? Aggravated assault?! Fuck...the girls! NIALL!" I hang up the phone and run to Niall. "Have you heard from the girls?", he checks his phone.
"No why?!" he asks, looking startled.
"Call them. Right now. DIAL!" I shout. I watch him as he dials, by now the others have gathered around.
"Vas Happenin' Zayn?" Lou jokes.
"They let him out on bail." I say.
Niall looks at me. They all know who I'm talking about. Fear invades his eyes as he says, "It went to voice mail."
"Shit, let's go," I say and we all take off back to the hotel. "Niall, call 9-1-1 and have them send a car to meet us at the hotel". As our car nears the hotel the sound of sirens fill the air, coming from all directions, but they're still distant. I slam on the brakes and jump out of the car, I know that Niall and the others are right behind me.
"Should we wait for the cops?" Harry shouts.
"You can, but I'm not. Make sure they can get up Harry!" I holler back.
"I'm with you Zayn, lets go!" Niall shouts back. I repeatedly push the button on the private elevator. When the doors open I run inside and push the button for the 7th floor, the elevator doesn't budge. "Fuck, I don't have my elevator pass. Niall where's yours?"
Niall shakes his head in frustration, "In my coat pocket back at the ACC!" he shouts.
Liam and Louis run into the elevator, "I have mine!" Liam says, as he swipes it and I push the button again.
We burst out of the elevator as soon as the doors open and run down the hall. I bang on the girls hotel room door. There's no answer. "Maybe they're not in there" Niall says.
"Stand Back!" I shout, as I take a running jump at the door, the hinges loosen. I take another running jump. The hinges hold fast. Suddenly, I hear a scream from inside the room. "They're in there, with him!" I shout, panicking now. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins and I take another run at the door and throw myself at it with all the strength in my body. The hinges finally let go and I crash into the room. Niall, Liam and Louis are right on my tail. Liv is slumped against the wall in a large pool of blood. She's holding her arm trying to stop the bleeding, sobbing.
"Please get Amelia. They're out on the terrace. He's got a knife. Please," she begs before passing out.
"Niall, you and Louis get her out of here," Niall picks her up while Louis wraps a towel around her bleeding arm. I walk out onto the terrace. He's standing behind Mia, dangerously close to the edge of the railing with his knife at her neck.
"Well, well. Her 'saviours' I presume" he snarls.
"Sshh, Mia, I'm here. It's going to be ok..." I say, softly.
"Don't lie to the poor girl!" he shouts, and his hand begins to move across her throat, cutting her. I can see her crying and I can't do anything to help her.
"Why don't you just put the knife down and we can discuss this. No one else has to get hurt here today," Liam calmly says. Good old Liam, always trying to take the gentleman's approach. He laughs, a sick, twisted laugh.
"He won't do that Liam, cause he knows he won't stand a chance without that knife. He's a coward. He's afraid he'll get his ass kicked," I say, challenging him, when I see Liam's words have no affect.
"You think I'm afraid of a little panzy like you?!" he shouts. He throws the knife over the terrace and with an evil smile, shoves Mia hard after it. She flies over the side of the railing grabbing it as she goes. She's screaming and crying, hanging there, 7 stories up.
"Liam! Get her!" I yell, and we both grab an arm.
"Did you think it would be that EASY, PANZY?!" he shouts. I turn my head just as he charges at me full speed.
"I've got her, Zayn!" Liam shouts.
"I'm going to make sure you never hurt her again!"
"Zayn! NO!" I hear Mia scream behind me. Liam is still struggling to get her back over the railing. I see him throw all his weight at me, the timing has to be just right. I turn my body just before impact and give a hard shove. I watch as he screams and flies over the railing, plummeting to the street below. I grab Mia's other arm and Liam and I pull her in to safety. She's sobbing uncontrollably now and hugging me for dear life. "Where's Liv?! Is she ok?" she sobs, then all is quiet, she's out cold.