Live Laugh Love

"Willow Sanders? Aren't you Zayn's ex?!" A male reporter questioned. "Yes sir, I was put in charge of this case because of my knowledge of the situation," alright easy goes it. If I stick to blunt answers the fans won't kill me, hopefully. "Bullshit! You just can't keep your hands off my man!" Phyco chick much? Ugh. "It doesn't matter what motives you think I have/had, I have the badge, right?" I think so. "Ms. Sanders? What's the status on the boys of one direction?" A female reporter screamed. Wow, it's about time they actually start thinking about the boys safety. "They are safe and sound inside a high security lounge while we check all the added security measures," I responded calmly. "What-" A reporter started. "That is all you need to know," I cut him off with a harsh voice. I made no other comments, only walked out the door. *Zayn's POV* They've put us in a room, nothing else. I haven't even got a clue if Willow's alive, they escorted us out before I could see. Damn it! Why did I break her heart?! I could have at least said good....if she dies. "Quit thinking the worse, Zayn. I'm sure she's fine," Niall comforted. "I hope." They all sighed and left me to wallow in a corner. I'm sure they are watching us, but I don't care. Not until I hear her voice. " CODE RED. FIVE FANGIRLS NOT ACCOUNTED. CODE RED." That's her voice! Wait, fangirls? "Boys," a girls voice sang, "it's time to come home now." Looking up, I saw five girl standing in all black clothing, each wearing a baseball cap with one of our faces on it. Uh oh. "I recommend you girl start walking to the entrance, now," Willow stated, dangerously calm. "Make me," said the center girl, pulling out a gun. No! Willow definitely isn't going to deflect any bullets in that tank top she's wearing. Please no! "How about......this." *Willow's POV* Bam! Crunch! "Well, guess you need another nose job," I shrugged. A growl behind me reminded me I had more opponents right behind me, so I took action. Each punck and kick was over the top. If anyone checked the footage, they'd know I had fun beating the girls. Shockingly enough, the last girl could fight. That is, if slamming someones head into a wall repeatedly counts as fighting. Giving up on all the snazzy jazz, I ended the fight by head butting her with the last of my energy....and that only gave me a second of an opening to snap her neck and hear the obvious crack of the bones. I would've shivered, but I was already knocked out.

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