The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

*Jess' POV*

I wake up in a Bed...that's strange...I don't have my own Bed...I barely remember last night, just that some guy tried to rape me and a boy came to rescue me...What was his name? Zack? No... Zayn! That's it! Wait...Where the hell am I? This is...A house! I don't have a house! Oh, shit. I fucked up, now, didn't I? I look down to see my legs and arms bruised, and feel my right cheek. It's painful as I brush my fingers across my skin to feel a scratch, and I hiss in pain. Okay, well, at least I have my clothes on. I try to get up and feel an immense ache in my head.
"Ow! Fuck!" I scream-whisper from the pain.
"Ah, you're up," A dark voice says from behind me.
"Wha...Who are you?"
"Zayn, Zayn Malik. And you...?"
"I'm Jess...Wait, where am I...?"
"This is my house. Welcome!"
"Wait, uh, last night, did we...?"
"Oh...Oh, NO! I would never take advantage of you like that!"
"Oh, good..."
"...Do you remember last night?"
"No...what happened?"
He proceeded to tell me everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. How he had recently gotten out of a relationship, and how a friend was trying to get him to get in another, and how he had been watching how I was uncomfortable around micheal, and then how he saved me.
"Wow...huh. Uhm...Thanks."
"Of course! I'd never leave a helpless girl by herself!"
"Oh, so you think I can't do anything? You had to save me because I'm a defenseless little girl?"
"No, no! That's not what I meant!"
"Really? Because it sure sounded like it."
"You've got a lot of nerve going off like this on an international superstar!"
"HA! International Superstar?! More like International Prettyboy!"
"How DARE you!" Next thing I know, I'm on his shoulder, being carried away.
"PUT ME DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" I can't help but giggle a bit as I beg for mercy.
"Okay! You sure?" He shows me that we are now on a Balcony.
"YES! Wait, NO! I mean..URGH!" He starts to laugh his ass off, while carrying me back to what I assume is the Living Room. He then plops me down on the Loveseat.
"...What did you mean when you said you were an International Superstar?"
He then told me how he was part of a boyband named One Direction, and that he was famous worldwide. He told me how they got their start on a british talent competition called "The X Factor." He told me there was a girl there, Perrie, whom he really liked, and they dated for a while, before she heard rumours that he was a cheater, and, sadly, believed them. They broke up, and he hasn't seen his bandmates since. He was lonely, I could see.
"So...would you?"
"Huh?"
"Would you maybe...stay?"
"Oh, uhm...I don't know..."
"Nevermind, it was a rubbish idea, anyway..." I heard the desperation in his voice.
"Well, uhm, I should get going..."
"Would you like me to drive you?" Uh-Oh. I forgot. I probably won't be able to walk back.
"Well, thing is...uh..."
"Don't worry 'bout it. Now, what's your address?" Shit.
"Okay, look, I don't have an address."
"What?"
"I'm homeless."
"Oh...I-I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. Just, please, don't tell anyone."
"Why?"
"Because I ran away as a teenager. The Police have been on my ass for years."
"Do you still want me to drive you?"
"Uh...sure, I guess..." He drove me to the Alleyway, and I hopped out.
"You sure you're gonna be OK?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I started to walk, but then, I made the stupidest decision. I turned around, faced him, and said, "Yes."
"Sorry, yes what?"
"Yes, I'll stay.

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~Annalisa