The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

Micheal said he'd pick me up at 7:30...it's 7, and i already took a shower at the local gym. I'm dressed in the "sexy" outfit he said I should wear.

*25 minutes later*

BEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, there's my ride.

"Hey Baby! Ready for the...ah...interview...?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Cool. Hop in."
I get in his car. I know what you're thinking, and I'm even more scared than you must be. But, at this point, I'm desperate for a job. I'll take what I can get.

*10 minutes later*

We arrive at the club, and he whispers something to the bouncer, who looks over his clipboard before unhooking the velvet rope.
"How did we get in?"
"What? Oh, my brother's a DJ here."
"Oh, OK."
The music is pounding, but I hear Micheal say he's going to the bar, and that I should go grab a table.

I sit, and watch, fascinated, by the size of the crowd of drunken 20-somethings half-dancing half-dry humping on the dance floor. Do they have no self-respect? A conscience? Some scrap of dignity? No, probably not. There is, however, one handsome guy who keeps glancing at me. It's creeping me out, so, I just look over at Micheal, who is coming back with two shot-glasses and a small bottle of Tequlia. Uh-Oh.

"Here babe. Bottoms up!"
"Uhm...no, thank you."
"Aw, c'mon! If you do, I might hire 'ya."
"Ugh. Fine."
"Hey, isn't that Zayn Malik?" He points to the mysterious glancer from earlier. I look over behind me, while I hear something that sounds like a small package being ripped open and a snicker, but I turn back to find Micheal sitting there, suspiciously staring at one of the shot-glasses.

"Wait, nah, nevermind. Here-Drink up!" He yells as he shoves the glass towards my face.
"Oh, I don't know..."
"Just do it, already, 'ya pussy!"
"Fine." I hesitantly pick up the glass like it's my last meal, and, in one shot, down it.
"Yeah!" Now THERE'S a real woman!"
The music is starting to muffle and get quieter. Am I imagining this? No...I don't think so. My vision is getting really blurry and fuzzy, and I feel a slight haze. This can't be good.

When Micheal gets up to go onto the dance floor and dry-hump it with some drunk chick, I immediatly get up, and dizzily stumble out of the club.

As I try to walk back to my safe Alleyway, A hand grabs me around my waist and arms, while another clamps down on my mouth, and the person drags me into a different Alley. I took Karate as a young girl, so, I kicked my attacker backwards in the crotch, and bit down, hard, on the large, sweaty hand.

"OW! You little bitch! Oh, you're gonna get it now!" Oh, fuck. It's Micheal.
He kicks my calf, punches my breast, and presses hard down on the back of my neck. When I fall backward, not quite yet unconscious, he grabs me by the waist, and duct-tapes my mouth shut, while holding my wrists together in one hand, above me, against the brick wall. I try to kick him, but he presses down on my legs with one of his own.

"You naughty little cunt, thought you could get away from me that fast? Well, you thought wrong, bitch!" Oh, shit. I'm screwed.

He starts to slide down my jeans, and all I can do is whimper in pain and embarassment between his strong grip and the hard brick wall. Then, out of nowhere, a shadowy, tall figure appears in front of the Alley.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing to her?!" The mystery-man asks in a raspy, yet dark and sexy voice. He walks into the light, and his Black hair and Beige skin are revealed.
"Hey, just walk away, man. I got this. You like it, don't 'ya, baby?" H elbows into my ribcage, causing me to shriek with pain.
"See, it's fine."
"Doesn't look like she thinks so. Now, scram, before I snap your neck in two!" Wow. Brave.
"OK, look, man, I don't want any trouble-" Before Micheal can finish, the man socks him right in the jaw, knocking him out, cold. I sunk down to the ground, and noticed tears streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks. I sob in sheer embarassment.
"Shh...Please, please, please don't cry. Please. Please...Don't cry," he says to me, trying to calm me down. Yeah, it's a little too late for that. Out of nowhere a voice calls.
"Zayn...Zayn? Is that you, mate?" I fall to the ground. I can't keep my weight up anymore, and I'm swallowed by darkness.

Zayn...That's a nice name.

Notes

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