Rylie Haydn is a 19 year old normal girl. Loves to stay up late just to go on the internet. Loves having sleepovers with her best friends. Loves food.

Zayn Malik is a 21 year old bad boy. He's not a normal boy. He gets in trouble a lot. Doesn't have parents. Only has himself.

What if one night they meet, and fall in love? Two totally different people falling in love? Well, there not that different...

They have one thing in common...

They both love getting in trouble for fun.


2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2-

Rylie's P.O.V.

"You, Rylie. Phill wants you..." He said huffing. I starred at him for a minute not understanding what he just said.

"Wha- why does he want me?" I asked. Zayn faced me all the way.

"He wouldn't tell me, or Jarred." He said. I didn't do anything. I didn't move, breath, or blink. Everything seemed blurry. I couldn't think or see straight.

"Look, we're almost at the hotel. We can talk there." He said as he started to drive again.

"Hotel?" I asked. Why was he bringing me to a hotel?

"Yes. Hotel." Zayn said. I gave him a confused look.

"Um no. I'm not okay with that. I want- I need to go home!" I said a little louder. He glanced at me.

"I can't do tha-"

"And why not?" I asked cutting him off. He huffed and turned a corner. The street gave me chills. There were no street lights.

"I'm keeping you safe." He whsipered.

"How would that be if I can't even go home?" I asked/yelled. He gripped the steering weel.

"You think your house is safe?" He asked/yelled. I sat back a little stuned at his voice.

"Phill and Jarred know where you live, Rylie!" He said. I stayed quite. I'm not even thinking right. Zayn is right...it is the alcohol.

"Why did you save me tonight? I mean, if Phill wants me, and Jarred was about to rape me-"

"He wasnt going to rape you. He was going to bring you to Phill." Zayn said.

"So then why didnt you help him? You do work with him." I said flinging my hands in the air. He stayed quiet. When we parked at a hotel, he turned off the egine and turned to me.

"Becasue, im not working for him anymore." He said then jumped out the car. He walked over and opened the door for me. I walked out but stumbled. He grabbed me and I fell into his arms. I looked up and his face was so close to mine, I could smell his breath. Minty...

"You okay?" He asked. I glanced at his lips and nodded. I pulled myself up and walked with to the trunk. He opened it and grabbed a duffle bag.

"Whats in that? A body?" I asked seriously, but he just laughed.

"Clothes, money, food, anything to keep us clean and healthy." I paused.

"Us? How long do you think im going to be staying with you?" I asked as he walked in front of me. I followed like a lost puppy...and I most certainly was.

"For how ever long it takes, sweet heart." He said not facing me. I huffed and rolled my eyes as we walked in the hotel, to the front desk.

"Hi. Can I have a room with one bedroom?" I heard Zayn asked as I looked around. I realize what he asked for and I walked up to him.

"Excuse me?" I asked him blankly. He smilied like nothing was wrong that I had to sleep with him.

"Yes?" He asked.

"One bedroom?" I asked.

"The cheeper, the better." He said then turned to the lady. I rolled my eyes. He's good...but not good enough.

Once Zayn was done flirting with the poor lady, he grabbed his bag and walked me to the elevator.

"What floor?" I asked not looking at him.

"12. Room 1218." He responded. I nodded once the elevator opened. We stepped in and he pushed the number 12 until it lit up gold. He glanced at me before sitting up straight. There were 20 floors. I looked up to the flashing lights that told us why floor were passing. 2...3...4...5-

"Um..." Zayn said looking at me. I turned to him.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Your dress..." He pointed to the back of my dress. I twisted my head to look behind me and noticed my dress was not zipped up from when Jarred unzipped.

"Oh, crap!" I said trying to zip it up, but failed.

'Here." Zayn said stepping behind me. It felt uncomfortable as I felt his fingertips trace down my back until it found my zipper. He slowly zipped it, sending chills down to my toes. When he zipped it up, the doors opened. I didn't look at him as I stepped out and waited for him to get in front of me so he could lead the way. He smiled at me as he walked in front of me. I rolled my eyes and followed him down the hall. Of course it was the last one at the end of the hall so we had an awkward silence. Finally, from what seemed like forever, we arrived at out door. He didn't hesitate to put the key in and open it when it glowed green. He walked in first.

"Not that big for two people." He said. I didn't respond as I sat on the bed. It was a very tiny hotel room. A bathroom, a small kitchen, and a bed. No tv. No balcony. No king size bed either. It looks like a queen, maybe even smaller.

"Here. Maybe you should change." He said going into his bag and handing me clothes. I took them and walked into the bathroom, making sure to lock it behind me. I sat on the toilet as I threw off my shoes, relieving my aching feet. I stood up and looked into the mirror. My hair was a mess. It was in nots and was a giant frizz ball. My makeup was a little bit down my face. Not too much, though. I rolled my eyes as I tried to take off my dress. Then I remembered I can't reach the zipper. I tired everything and anything until I finally came to the conclusion that it won't unzip without Zayn's help. As much a I didn't want to ask him to unzip my dress, it was the only way to get this off. I unlocked the door and walked to him. He was on his phone sitting on the bed still dressed.

"Um Zayn?" I asked coughing slightly. He looked away from his phone and made eye contact with me.

"Ya?" He asked as be made a confused look of why I was still dressed in my dress.

"My zipper..." I said hopping he would catch on.

"Oh, right." He said putting his phone down and standing up, walking over to me. I turned around waiting for his finger tips to unzip my annoying dress. When I felt his fingers grab the zipper and zipped it down, I got the chills again.

"Sorry. My hands are cold." He said thinking I got the chills because of his cold hands. I didn't respond as I let him finish unzipping my dress. I held my chest so anything wouldn't come flying out.

"Thanks." I said quickly as I walked back into the bathroom, locking it again. I looked at the stuff he gave me. Just a t-shirt. Jeez...thanks.

"I slipped off my dress and threw on the t-shirt. It was totally big for me. Going down more then mid-thigh. I rolled my eyes as I tired to pull it down. I walked out to see him pulling off his shirt. I tripped on the bed but caught myself as I saw his body. Perfect 6-pack.

He quickly took off his shirt and looked at me. I looked down, embarrassed.

"You alright?" He asked. I nodded, not looking up what-so-ever.

"Okay..." He said. I crawled into bed and he tugged the covers under me and threw them on top of me.

"Thanks." I whispered and he nodded. He turned off the light, letting the darkness hover over us. He got into bed to the left of me. We were both on our backs staring into the pitch black. I turned to face him.

"Why are you saving me?" I asked again. He didn't answer me.

"Because I don't like seeing people get hurt." He whispered.i stayed quite this time thinking of what to say.

"If Phill does find me...what would he do to me?" I asked. I felt him shrug.

"That's what I don't want to find out." He whispered again.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What about me?" He responded looking at me.

"What would Phill do when he finds out your not working for him anymore and he helped me get away?" I asked without taking a breath.

"I think he..." He stopped.

"No clue." He changed his mind. I knew he knew what he would do. But I don't.

Soon, the silence grew stronger and I fell into a deep sleep.

**************NEXT DAY**************

I felt heavy breathing behind me. I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. Where the hell was I? I sat up quickly, but not all the way as an arm was hung over my waist, keeping me from moving. I gasped and looked at the person.


Everything came back to me from last night when I looked at him. Him...his name is... I forget. Zayn! Thats what it is. Zayn Malik. I looked at his face that was pressed up to my back.

"What the-" I stopped and sat up, letting his hand fall on him. I placed my hand on my head grunting in pain. I looked at Zayn. He was fast asleep, snoring a little bit. I jumped out of bed, throwing the covers off of me. I looked at what I was wearing. Just a t-shirt?! Did I- I stopped myself from thinking that. I couldn't of "slept with him!" No. I just slept next to him. Not "slept with him". I shook my head forgetting about my hangover. My hands went to my head as I grunted again. I saw my phone on the side table and I walked for it quickly and grabbed it. 6 missed calls from a blocked number. That's weird. I had 1 text message. I opened it.

From: blocked

You can run...but you most certainly can't hide. -Anonymous

That's even more weird. I sat my phone down and walked into the bathroom. I need a shower... I locked the door behind me before I ripped off Zayn's shirt. Then I felt this non-pleasant feeling in my stomach. I knew that feeling. I quickly ran for the toilet and opened it up, throwing out my dinner from last night. Ew ew ew! I hate hangovers! I don't even remember getting that drunk- wait...yes I do.

I rinsed out my mouth and then turned on the shower head. Once it was hot enough, I jumped in without any hesitation. I almost fainted because of the heat. I read that after you throw up, you shouldn't take hot showers. I quickly turned then nob to cold, but not too cold. My body relaxed when it landed on the right climate. I stood there, starring at the wall in front of me.

"Who called me?" I asked aloud. Who texted me? Why does Phill want me? What is going to happen to me if phill finds me? Or even worse, what's going to happen to Zayn? Or even more important, Is my mother okay? Speaking of my mother, I should call her right when I get out of this cold shower. I decided I was done as I turned off the shower and rapped the fluffy towel around me. I walked in front of the mirror and looked at my reflection. I don't even know what to say. My makeup was down my face. My hair was wet and silky. I dropped the towel. The scars popped out even more noticeable because my body was almost purple. I didn't realize I took a very cold shower. I love that. Ever since what Phill did to me, I couldn't feel anything anymore. It's almost like I lost feeling. I picked up my towel and rapped it about my body, disgusted by the reflection. I looked around thinking of what I need to do next and cursed under my breath. I forgot clothes! Well,no didn't forget anything.bi didn't know I was going to get kidnapped! I walked towards the door and unlocked it. I stuck my head praying Zayn was still asleep. Thank god he was! I slowly and carefully grabbed my purse and come clothes from his bag.

"Rylie?" I heard a voice behind me. I cursed under my breath not turning around.

"Yes?" I asked still facing the wall in front of me.

"What are you doing?" He asked. I hear the bed creak meaning he got off the bed. I stiffed as I felt him behind me.

"Getting clothes." I whispered.

"We're going have to stop by your house and get some clothes for you, don't we?" He asked laughing lightly.

"Or else there won't be anything left for me." He whispered, sending chills down my spine.

"Do you have a hangover? You need Advil?" He asked. I nodded. He movies me by the shoulders so he could go in his bag. He pulled out an Advil container. He opened it and gave me too.

"There's water in the fridge." He said to me. I took it and walked to the fridge gabbing a water bottle. I felt his eyes on me the whole time. I got chills again as I walked into the bathroom, glancing at him. I took the pills. I quickly changed. Then I went through my purse and pulled out makeup remover and whipped off all my makeup. I gabbed my tooth brush and brushed my teeth. Then I walked out.

"What's this?" He asked. I looked at him as he had my phone in my hand going through my stuff. He showed me the text message from earlier.

"That's my phone!" I yelled trying to grab it. He moved it back away from me.

"Who is this, Rylie?" He asked yelling.

"How the hell would I know? It says blocked!" I yelled back at him throwing my hands in the air. I sat in the bed crossing my legs and arms.

"Shit, shit, shit." He whispered/yelled. I didn't move my gaze at him. I starred at my hands.

"He has your number! He could track us!" He yelled throwing my phone at the wall so it cracked in pieces.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I said standing up. He stared taking deep breaths.

"How the hell am I going to call my mother?!" I yelled in his face again.

"A pay phone. Here. Follow me." He said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room and down the hall to a pay phone. He gave me change and I put it in.

"Tell her everything is fine and your staying at a friends house for a while." He said fast as I dialed her number.

"You want me to lie to my own mother?" I asked blankly. He nodded. I rolled my eyes. My mom is my best friend! How am I going to lie to her? My thoughts were token away as I heard her voice on the other line.


"Hi mom! It's Rylie." I said glancing at Zayn. He nodded.

"Hi honey! I have been worries sick! Where are you?" I squeezed my eyes shut so tear wouldn't fall. I gripped the phone tighter. She sounded upset.

"I-I'm at a friends house. Don't worry about me." I said, my voice cracking. I felt a had on my back. I didn't open my eyes.

"Okay, honey. When will you be home?" She asked. I turned to Zayn.

"I need to go back home to get more clothes. My friends having boy problems and needs a friend." I said. Zayn nodded.

"Okay baby. Why are you calling me from a pay phone? Where are you?" She asked. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I closed my eyes.

"Um...I'll tell you when I see you. See you soon. I love you mom." I whispered.

"Okay baby. Love you too." Then I slammed the phone to the wall.

"I hate you!" I screamed at Zayn as tears spilled out of my eyes.

"You did the right thing..." He said.

"By lying to my best friend!? Are you crazy! I can't believe you made me lie to my own mother!" I screamed, hitting his chest. I walked back into the room, taking the key from Zayn. I walked in and laid back on the bed, covering me with the blankets from Zayn.

"Look, Rylie, you can hate me. I can care less. As long as your safe, I can care less how you feel about me. Lets just go to your house and get you your clothes then figure where we're going from here. Hopefully, they haven't tracked your phone yet." He whispered the last part to himself. I snuggled closer to the blankets.

"Why are you do worried of keeping me safe?" I whispered. I didn't hear movement.

"I not worried. You can't be worried if you know what your doing." He said. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"You have no clue what your doing. You don't know me. You don't know what I have gone through. You don't known anything. So stop thinking you do!" I said screaming in the pillow.

"Your right. I don't know you. But I do know what you have gone through..." He whispered. I froze and sat up, throwing the covers off of me.

"How would you know?" I asked him confused. He looked at me.

"I have been watching you. For awhile now." He said. I scrunched my eyebrows together.


"Look, that's was the past-"

"It was last night!" I yelled.

"Let's go." He said. He grabbed my hand and ran out the door with me. We walked to the car and jumped in.

"When we get up your house, get what you desperately need. Not makeup, or your favorite shoes." He said as he started the car.

"Grab old shoes you don't wear. One pair. Grab your toothbrush and clothes. Not fancy. Old clothes." He said as he started to drive. I didn't listen to anything what he was saying. I just stared out the window. I couldn't even care less what he was saying.

"Are you even listening to me?" He yelled. I nodded, glancing at him.

"What did I say then?" He asked. I didn't answer. Just looked out the window wishing none of this happened.

"Rylie..." He whispered. I looked at him.

"Am I going to die?"

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