I get up and storm out. I slam the door behind, and run down the stairs. I can hear Zayn that opens the door behind me and shout:

"Come back in here Roe. I'm not done with you. Roe!!!"

I just keep on running, and can finally reatch the door handle. I push as hard as i can, but it's looked. Damn it freaking flat. The freaking caretaker must have looked it. Shit! I can hear Zayn coming down the stairs, one step at the time. Suddenly i see a boy outside. He's coming towards the building, with a key. Thank god! I can hear Zayn coming closer and closer with tongue steps, and the boy outside is really slow. As the guy gets closer, I can regonice his face. Don't know from where, don't know when. I just recognize his curly hair. Finally he puts the key into the keyhole, and i rush outside. Don't even take time to thank the actually god looking boy.

I storm out to my car, swearing I'll never return to that building. Just as I put my key into my car, something grabs my arm. For one second I think it’s the boy from before, but unfortunately it's Zayn. He got me in a strong iron grip, and I can't get away. I try, but Zayn is to strong. I begin to freak out, and scream.

"Quit, or you'll wake up the whole neighborhood. Come on, give me a kiss!"
Zayn tries to kiss me, but I refuse. He grabs my head with one hand, and pushes me against the car with the other.

"Forgive me Sweetie! Give a good kiss. I only slept with her three times, it's nothingagainst how many times we have done it." He says, and pushes his smoky mouth against mine. I try to get free, but he is strong.

"Get away from me! Zayn! Zayn stop! Somebody help!!!" I try, in a desperate try to get free.

"Come on Honey. You know you want me. You know you want my body" He tells me, with a smirk on his fucking face.

Suddenly he let go of me, but I can see that the reason he did that was that the key-boy had grabbed him. He held him in a strong iron grip around his stomach, and was slowly walking backwards.

"You should get into the car!" The key-boy tells me, still walking backwards with Zayn trapped in his arms.

"Thanks..." I tell him, and quickly get into the car. Who was that guy? Why did he help me? Was he spying on us? Do I know him?
“I’m Harry by the way” He yells to the car, as I drive out of the parking lot.
Harry. That is actually a beautiful name. And a beautiful body.

Notes

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