Bad boys do it better

Hello, my name is Susan. You don't know me, but I bet you do know one of my classmates of High School, Zayn Malik. He really was the bad boy of the school.


10. Zayn's promise

Zayn's p.o.v.:

Luckily, I could make sure Susan was hid upstairs. "Where is she?" asked James. He's literally driven crazy. "Not in here." replied Louis. "YOU LIAR!" James suddenly yelled. "You thought you saw her. Because you're obsessed with her." I said calm. "Is that what you think? So that's why you're hiding her from me, isn't it? I know she's here, you idiot. If you tell me where she is, I won't hurt her. But if I must find her on my own... Believe me, Zayn. I can do more terrible things than you can ever imagine." James said scary. "And you just imagined you saw Susan. So we're equal, then." replied Liam. "Are we being funny, Liam? This ain't a joke, you kow." "Just go home, James." I said. "Not without my Susan. Now, tell me. Where is she?" He said and I got an idea. Maybe it won't work, but it's worth trying. "She left town, James. Her father sent her to a boarding school in Scotland. Good luck finding her. Even I don't know where she is." I said, trying to sound desperate. "And why should I believe you?" James asked suspicious. "You don't have too. All I know is that I'm telling the truth." Which is thearatically true. "So, she's in Scotland then? Is it really so hard to tell me that? I'm warning you, Zayn. You won't see her again." James said and he left. I sighed; Louis whistled. "That was close." "Too close." I said and I went to Susan upstairs. "He's gone." I said and she hugged me. "We have to go. He'll look after me." replied Susan scared. "I know, but he won't be able to harm you as long as I'm with you, Susan. That's a promise."

Zayn's p.o.v.:

We stayed at Harry's place for one mor hour to be sure James is gone. Our bags were already packed in my car so we could leave immediately. I hugged my friends one by one, so did Susan. Then, we went to the airport. We didn't have to wait long for our plane, so in a couple of hours, we arrived in Ireland. It was still night. I checked the adress Niall gave me and I put it in the GPS. It was a lovely, white house. As Niall said, it was a little old fashion on the outside, but inside, it was pretty modern. I sent a tekst to Niall. 'Arrived.' I think it's nothing more than kind to let him know. After all, without him, Susan and I wouldn't be here.

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