One Direction's S*x Slave

* Zayn's POV *

Liam carried Brooke down the stairs while Brooke cried in distress. I walked up to her and gently massaged her cheek. "What's wrong, love?" I whispered, kissing her cheek.

My beautiful wife walked into the room, giving me a little hug on the side, "What's wrong with Brooke?" she whispered towards Liam.

Brooke looked up at Liam and vise verse, followed by a silent nod from Brooke. He carried her over towards the couch and gently sat her down. He placed himself next to her and put his arm around her. I sat down next to Liam and Perrie sat down next to me. He spilled out everything that was happening. Every time something brutal was told, Perrie gave me a little squeeze around my arm.

"We just don't know what to do!" he whispered. By this point, Brooke had cried herself to sleep and is now cuddling against Liam.

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*Perrie's POV*

Why would that sicko do that to that poor little girl? I thought to myself. She seemed like such a nice girl but stories can be told within people. She had fallen asleep on Liam like she's Liam's wife. Stories were released about the tragic happenings with Brooke. Who possibly deserved that?

Zayn stood up and I followed. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple, "I wonder what It's like to be in that situation," he whispered. He looked over at Liam. He rolled up his sweatshirt that Brooke was wearing and slowly rubbed her back. He would occasionally look down at her and kiss her temple. They're perfect for each other but that bastard had to mess up everything. But then again, she wouldn't have known Liam unless for him. But he messed everything up. I nodded in response to Zayn.

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*Zayn's POV*

After a while, Brooke woke up and they walked out the door with Paul to the airport. I hope they return alive and safe.

I gave them both a hug and a kiss on Brooke. I'm going to admit, I've never seen someone hug me too tight without killing me like a fan.

I watched them leave in their car, This'll be so hard to listen to .. IF they come back.. and alive.

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