You're My Drug ~Zayn Malik Love Story~xdddd

Paris is a 19 year old girl from a broken home. She has broken friends too. The biggest problem is that she is a drug addict and can't pay her debt to the biggest drug dealer in England, Nyaz (pronounced Naz, Zayn). She finds out that she has not only have a drug addiction but a love addiction. Read more to find out.

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3. Adapting

Next Day
Paris' POV
I woke up with a splitting headache. Some of it was from the withdrawal and most of it was from last night. I saw that my wrist and mouth was still duct tapped. I licked the tape off my mouth and sat there. God I wish I could see Daddy. I was thinking when suddenly Nyaz stormed in the room. He grabbed by my shirt and threw me over his shoulder. He took me to the kitchen and sat me on the counter. He grabbed a knife and cut the tape of my wrist. I rubbed my wrist and glared at him. He looked at me but I quickly looked down. He laughed.

"What's so fucking funny?" I asked.
"You."He said.
"What about me?" I asked.
"You're the type of girl that doesn't bite her tongue." Nyaz informed.
"I have a lot of shit to say." I  said.
"But the shit you say can get you in trouble. " Nyaz said, walking up to me.
"I don't care." I growled.
"Even if the shit you say gets you killed. Will you care then?" Nyaz said , staring me down.
"I'll die speaking the truth." I said strongly.
"You should regret most the things you say." Nyaz growled.
"You shouldn't worry about what the fuck I should be doing." I said, strictly.
Niall walked in.
"Hey, what happened to the side of the car? There's a huge dent in it." Niall informs.
"My head." I said, jumping off the counter.

I walked out the kitchen  and to my room. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and dressed into this outfit. I sat on the bed and someone walked in. I've seen his face but I never knew his name. He walked towards me and I followed him carefully.  He knelt down and grabbed my wrist. I flinched a little. 

"You need to have these bandaged." He said softly.
"I know but I  don't know how to do it by myself." I said.
"I'll do it, love." He said.
"Thank you." I said.
He began wrapping my wrist slowly.
"Is that to tight?" He asked.
I shook my head. "What's your name?"
"Liam." He said."What's Yours?"
"Everyone calls me Nichole." I say.
"What do you call yourself?" Liam asked.
"Paris." I said.

He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled softly. Liam was nice he's not like these other assholes in this house.  He asked what happened last night and I told him. He finished wrapping my wrist and checked my head. He said there was no bruise or anything. He sat on the floor and I laid at the top of my bed. We just began to get to know each other. Nyaz and Niall came in.

"Liam. We need you lad." Niall said.
"Alright. I'll be right down."  Liam said.
"No, we need you now." Nyaz said.
"Wait, who are we dealing with?" Liam asked.
"Kevin." Niall said.
Liam stood up and turned to me. I sat up in bed.
"You stay here, Okay? You don't leave this room, okay?" Liam said.
I nodded.

They walked out the room and downstairs. I walked towards my door and saw nothing. I walked back to my bed and played on my phone. I got bored and walked out my room. No was here. I peeked in the basement and saw the guys. It was this one guy tied to a chair. He had blood on his face and everything. It was pretty sickening. Then Nyaz put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. I jumped as I saw his brains splatter on the wall. I quietly walked back upstairs and went in my room. I ran to the bathroom and  threw up. Seeing that made me sick. 
 
Louis' POV
Harry and I heard a disturbing noise. We followed the noise and it led us to Paris' room. We walked in and saw the bathroom door was open. We looked in and saw Paris with her head in the toilet. She must've have saw the murder.  I'm still no used to them.She sat back and put her head on the tub. I picked her up gently and put her in her bed. Harry wiped her face with a towel and I put the blanket over her. We walked towards the door but she sat up.

"Wait." Paris mumbled.
"What is it,love?" I asked.
"Thank you." Paris muttered.
"No problem, love." Harry whispered.
"Go to sleep." I said.

We walked out the room and into the kitchen. We saw Niall and Liam in there talking. We looked at Niall and Liam. They looked at us confused.

"What's going on?" Liam asked.
"She saw, mate." Harry  said.
"No way. How?" Niall exclaimed.
"She must've sneaked down and saw."I said.
"Does Zayn know?" Liam asked.
"No and won't know." I said.
"Why?"  Niall asked.
"Zayn might kill Paris, if he finds out." Harry says.

Paris' POV
I woke up an hour later. I laid in bed and looked at my wrist. I rubbed them slowly and walked to the bathroom. I looked pale like the color was leaving my skin. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and dressed into this outfit.I walked back in my room and grabbed my phone. I walked downstairs to the kitchen. As I walked in, the boys all stared at me. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and stood there.

"What?" I asked slowly.
"Nothing." They all said.
"Why are you guys looking at me like that?" I questioned.
"No reason." They all said.
"You guys are weird." I said, biting in the apple.

I walked out the kitchen and into the living room. I sat on the couch and watched tv. The doorbell rang and I answered it. It was Christian, I smiled faintly and so did he.

"Are you here for Nyaz?" I asked.
"No, I'm here for you." He said. "Speaking of you, are you alright?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine." I said.
"Are you sure cause you look kinda pale?" He asked.
"I'm just not feeling well." I said.
"Feel better." Christian said, kissing my cheek. "Text me."

I nodded and closed the door.  Nyaz came downstairs and looked at me. I kept my eyes on him as he walked towards me. I crossed my arms in front of my stomach. He looked down at me with a normal face.

"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing. Why do you ask?" I said.
"Why are you pale then?' Nyaz asked.
"It's make-up." I lied.
Nyaz stroked my face wit his thumb.
"Why are you lying?" Nyaz asked.

I began to get scared or at least nervous. I started to rub my arms. I kept my eyes from meeting his. He stared at me with his deep hazel eyes and serious face. He walked closer to me. My back was against the wall at this point. I looked at him with fear in my eyes.

"Now I'm not going to ask you again." Nyaz whispered.
"I saw..what you did to Kevin." I muttered.
"You did?" Nyaz questioned.
I nodded.
"Follow me." Nyaz whispered.

He walked in the kitchen and I followed him. The guys stared at me as I walked past them. We walked to the basement and everything was cleaned up. He walked to a drawer and walked to me. I looked down at his hand and it was a gun. 

"Take it." Nyaz muttered.
I grabbed it slowly.
"Now." Nyaz said, walking behind me."Point."
I pointed to gun towards the target.
"Aim." Nyaz whispered.
I made sure I aimed for the middle.
"Shoot." Nyaz whispered.
I pulled the trigger and hit the middle of the target.
"You're a natural." Nyaz muttered.
"I don't like the way it feels." I said.
"Deal with it." He growled

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