Twisted (Sequel to Without You)

SEQUEL to Without You! Zayn Malik was just getting back on his feet, he was just accepting the fate that had happened to him and the one he loved Niall Horan. He had moved on, yes it was with a bad person, but he didn't see it like that. He wasn't ready for the news that escaped his new lovers lips, he wasn't ready for the news that would change everything.


13. A stroll down memory lane

it's short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer! I am going to spend more time on it then I did this chapter. really important authors note at the bottom PLEASE READ IT.


-Niall’s POV-

I was currently sitting in the back of Harry’s car, Guy was sitting in the passenger seat playing some stupid game on his phone. My hands are tied behind my back, and I am strapped into the car. I don’t understand Harry, why is he doing this? I sighed and tried to get comfortable, my stomach is hurting slightly, and I don’t think that’s a good thing for the baby.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask harshly. Harry laughs manically, Guy just sits there playing on his phone.

“Niall, silly Niall. I’m doing this to pay you back. You took something from me, something I never wanted to have taken from me.” He sneers evilly. He doesn’t notice the rude glances Guy gives him at his choice of words.

“You have Guy now, why would you want me then? If it’s because I am back with Zayn, why do you care? You seemed perfectly content with Guy a month ago when you two were snogging on our front step!” I spat back. Harry roared with anger. I might have hit a soft spot on him.

“Shut up! Yes I was happy with Zayn, but now you have him and I have Guy. I am taking you because you cannot just do that to someone. You can’t just leave the picture and then come back. You have to have some form of punishment, and this is it.” He says with to happy of a smirk.

“FUCK!” Guy screams. We both look at Guy with confused looks. His face turns a bright red, what does this idiot want now?

“What baby?” Harry asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. He placed a hand on his thigh and Guy smiled but still looked embarrassed.

“Sorry. I get really into this game.” He admits sheepishly. I roll my eyes, I see Harry found a guy who loves video games as much as he does. Harry looks back onto the road. He turns us down a dirt road, flashes of what happened in Paris bombard my brain. I shake my head, I don’t want to remember Simon. I don’t know what ever happened to him. No one really speaks of it anymore. My stomach feels nauseous, I don’t know if that’s morning sickness or the new medication the doctor put me on. They are trying to find an alternative to chemo. I don’t think they are going to find one, but I told them they could try.

“Where are we going?” I ask harshly. I still don’t really understand why they didn’t blind fold me. I saw exactly how we got here. I think Harry is losing his mind right now.

“Oh, just to visit an old friend.” Harry smirks. By the way he is looking, I don’t want to know who this old friend is. I am worried sick about who this person might be. I gulp and try to focus on other things. Poor Zayn, I feel so bad for him.

-Flash back still Niall’s POV-

“Zaynnnnnnnnnnnieeeeee” I whined. I heard Zayn chuckle somewhere in the kitchen. I was sitting on the bed watching the football game. I had an empty plate with left over Nutella sitting beside me. I know it’s disgusting, Nutella and cheese, but it tastes so good. You really should try it. I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I smiled to myself. I heard a crash, what was that?

“No!” Zayn’s voice broke through the noise of crashing and smashing. What the hell is going on? I got up out of bed and walked to the door, the door was flung open and a mop of curls lunged at me. I groaned as my back hit the floor. Shit, this couldn’t be good for the baby.

“Get off of me!” I shouted. Harry tightened his grip on me and lifted me up. I heard the sound of guns, but they were coming from a video game. I looked around Harry’s hair to see Guy. He was on his iPod playing something, that’s where the gun sounds were coming from.

“Guy help me tie him up!” Harry said in less of a gruff voice. Guy didn’t look up from his game.

“After I beat this, hold on.” He says. He sticks his tongue out and moves the device in his hands, like it was going to help him win whatever the game was. Harry groaned and placed me on the bed turning me over so I was on my stomach, the only words that were chanting through my head was ‘the baby’

“Never mind. I got it. Come on Zayn will be waking up soon.” Harry said picking me up again and carrying me out of the house. I squirmed in his arms trying to get him to release me, but he wouldn’t. I gave up on trying and just allowed him to strap me into the car.

-End of flashback-

We continued down the dirt road, me trying to stop thinking about Zayn and what happened to him. I hope he’s okay, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he wasn’t okay. Trees started to surround the car, the further we went the thicker the trees were. Pretty soon we were covered in the darkness the trees created. I looked at the clock, it was only noon so it was impossible for it to be dark yet. The trees are causing the dark. I gulped, we were in the middle of nowhere.

“FINALLY FUCK YEA! TAKE THAT BITCH!” Guy shouted. I jumped at the sudden loud shouting and Harry chuckled.

“Finally win babe?” He asked with a grin. Guy nodded enthusiastically.

“Time for the next round!” He cheered. Harry smiled and looked back to the curving road. I groaned, I was really getting tired of the simulated gunshot sounds. I closed my eyes and tried to think of a happier time. I felt the car stop, my eyes shoot open to see a small shack like house. No lights were on inside. It looked deserted, maybe he wasn’t home? I really hope they aren’t. Harry got out of the car and so did Guy. I gulped as Harry came to my door and yanked it open forcefully. He unstrapped my seat belt and picked me up. He carried me up to the house. I could still hear the guns, would Guy ever put that down!? Harry kicked the door once. I heard footsteps. Shit, whoever we are supposed to meet is home. Dammit. A small piece of the wood door opens to reveal dark brown eyes. Those eyes look so familiar, but I can’t put a face to them. He looks at Harry for a second then shuts the tiny peep hole. I hear the sound of chains and locks being undone. Wow, he has a lot of locks on this door. Then the door opens, it reveals the worst thing in the world. Simon Cowell.

-Zayn’s POV-

“Mate you have to calm down and tell us what happened” Liam tried to soothe. I am sitting on my couch staring at the place Harry had smashed the vase on my head. My head was still throbbing from that too. I had just got done telling Louis and Liam what happened, but they don’t understand.

“I told you, Harry barged into the house as I was going into mine and Niall’s room. He came up behind me and pushed me down to the floor. I looked up to see him and shouted ‘No’ and he smashed my mum’s vase on my head. That’s the last thing I remember. Well besides waking up and calling you about 10 minutes later.” I repeat for what seems like the 30th time. Liam nods and Louis looks like he is thinking.

“Do you know where they went?” Liam asks stupidly. Anger and hurt burst up through me, what kind of question is that? If I knew where the fuck they were I wouldn’t be here with you. God I could rip your head off right now for asking that Liam.

“No I don’t Liam! If I knew I would be there right now instead of listening to you two idiots!” I shout. Liam winces but nods. Louis is still thinking. What is he thinking so hard about?

“Does he still wear that bracelet?” Louis finally mutters still staring off in space. It takes me a few seconds to remember what he means. If Niall is wearing the bracelet Louis can track him and we can save him from whatever Harry is doing to him. The mention of Harry makes my stomach churn. I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate Harry right now.

“Um, I don’t know. Maybe, why do you still have the tracker?” I ask hopefully. Louis shakes his head. All hope falls out of my face as I realize he doesn’t have the tracker any longer.

“I had it disconnected when I thought he died.” He admits sadly. I wince at the mention of Niall being dead. Liam gives me a sad smile and looks back to Louis who is still thinking.

“So we have no way of finding where they are. Great.” I say sadly falling back on the couch and feeling the tears brimming my eyes. I have no way to get him back, no way of knowing where he is, or the baby. Fuck. The baby!!! Panic courses through me, I have to find them, I can’t let them hurt the baby!!

“But, I can ask Lottie to hook it up again so we can track him.” Louis says. I sit straight up, I must be hearing things. Louis is grinning dumbly at me, why is he smiling? He shouldn’t be happy in a time like this. He should be sad like me! He should be crying his eyes out like I feel like doing.

“Say that again?” I ask in surprise. Louis grins and nods. Liam gets up and walks out of the room with his phone pressed to his cheek. He is calling someone.

“I said, I could as my sister Lottie to hook it up again.” He smiles. I nearly kiss him I’m so happy. I jump up and hug him tightly, he gasps at how tightly I hug him. I release him and smile widely down at him.

“Lottie said she is hooking it up now. Check in 5 minutes to see if it worked.” Liam says walking back into the room. Louis smiles and stands up.

“Okay, let’s go back to Li and I’s place. That’s where the tracker is. I need to try and remember where I put it.” Louis says trailing off. I run and grab my coat and shoes and dash out to their car. I am in the back seat and buckled up in no time flat. I am jumping in my seat. Could they go any slower? I sigh and they clamber into the car.

“Come on let’s go!!” I shout. Louis shakes his head and laughs. Liam turns on the car and we are off and driving down the street to Liam and Louis house. I just hope Louis remembers where he left the tracker.


In other news.... I am really sad right now. I know most of you aren't like this. I have nothing against Larry shippers, I have a story with Larry in it. But no, I don't ship Larry. I posted a picture of Louis and Eleanor on her birthday and I got verbally attacked on Instagram and Twitter because of it. I don't appreciate being harassed for my views on that matter. You can ship Larry I don't care, but when you attack someone and tell them they are wrong and stupid to believe something. That's just wrong. I am thinking about just stopping all forms of social media, that includes this site. I will write but I don't know if I will post it. I just am really self conscious of what I am saying now. I feel like everyone is judging me and are just going to lash out and attack me for what I'm saying, and this is one of the biggest places I write anything. I don't want to feel the way I am feeling ever again, I can't think of any other way to look at it. I could keep writing but I have this underlying feeling someone is going to hate on me harder than ever and I'll snap... but don't fear, I promise I'll keep writing but probably not until  get more comments or reads Love you all to pieces my cupcakes ~Savannah

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