Isabella's p.o.v.

I reach for the fruit loops across the kitchen counter and groan when my fingers scrape along the sides and I unsuccessfully move the box back.

"Need help with that?" I look up and see Luke leaning against the table, an eyebrow raised mockingly.

"Please." I sigh dramatically and thank him as he slides the fruit loops to me.

"So why are you up this early?" He turns his body fully to me and leans across the counter, resting his face in his palms.

"Jay is taking me out, it's a surprise for our anniversary." I blurt excitedly.

"Wait what?" He looks to me wide eyed.

"I'm going out with Jay?" It comes out more as a question than a statement. "What's wrong with that?" I cock my head to the side so I'm fully facing him.

"Does Zayn know?" I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion, "no, why does it matter?"

Luke stands up from his position leaned against the table and walks to my side of the counter.

He leans down to my height from the chair and brushes his lips against my ear, "I just think it may be in his best interest to tell him." 

I turn around to ask the question for the third time but am welcomed with the door closing behind him.

Well that was weird.

...

9am comes around in a blur and I had somehow managed to pick together a somewhat presentable outfit of a plain black bodysuit, blue high-waisted skinny jeans and some heeled boots.

I rush out of the house with my phone and a few spare notes in my pocket, calling a taxi as I look for the name of the street. I dig into my jeans to pull out the address but am left with empty pockets, shit I must of left it.

As the taxi pulls up I have no time to run back and get it, so I just describe the park to him. That seems to be enough as he grunts and gives me a small nod, then starts to drive.

As I sit in the taxi my knee refuses to stop shaking due to my nerves; what did Luke mean by 'it's in his best interest'? And why hadn't I seen Zayn all morning?

All the questions flying around my head are silenced by the driver asking for £17.80, I hand him the money and thank him on my way out. I walk past the archway of the park, admiring  the flowers that litter and climb up the beams of the wooden frame aesthetically. I walk further into the park and stop once I spot the park bench Jay had arranged us to meet at.

I sit and wait for Jay to arrive, reaching for the phone in my pocket to pass the time; whispering small profanities when the snakes head touches it's tail and I loose the game. Once I loose on my eighth game I slide my phone back into my pocket, I search the park once over to check that I haven't been sitting in the wrong place to meet him, but the only signs of people are three children swinging recklessly on the monkey bars and one adult poorly supervising them; no sign of Jay. Usually he's the one always early, where is he? I look down at my phone again and see that it's exactly half past nine, he must just be running late or something.

Another 20 minutes pass and I start to get anxious, he wouldn't of stood me up, would be? After another ten minutes I decide to call him as he hasn't been replying to any of my text messages, but I'm answered with the sound of his voicemail, is his phone dead?

I start to panic and I press down on his contact another six times to see if he'll pick up, after each phone call my worry grew greater. Random thoughts enter my mind as to where he could possibly be, until one thought clouds the rest:

I just think it may be in his best interest to tell him

Why? What would Zayn matter? I know he has a small crush but that will pass, that much is obvious, but I don't have to notify him of my every move, he wouldn't of done anything to Jay, surely not..

Without another thought I sprint in the direction of Jays house, never stopping for breath.

Zayn's p.o.v.

"Just leave him in the ditch I don't care, do whatever you want." I dismiss the worried words of Callum and smile in satisfaction at my work.

"Sir, he can't even move, it will look a bit odd to just throw him in a ditch," in the background I can hear grunts of protest and I chuckle when he groans in pain because of his jaw.

"Look, just sort it, he's not worth my time; you'll think of something." I cut him off before he can speak again and lean back in my desk chair.

The house is pretty quiet today, I know I sent Luke and Micheal off to collect some money, Ashton is out getting food, and Callum is sorting out the aftermath of my anger out for me; so where the fuck is Bella?

She can't still be asleep can she? I lift myself out of the chair and walk to the stairway leading to my room, hoping to hear any signs that indicate she's in the room. But nothing.

I open the door, not caring to knock and expect to be confronted with a squeal, but instead am welcomed with empty bed sheets. Did she go with Ashton to go get food? I didn't think I heard her when he left; I must be overthinking, there is nowhere else to go, so she most likely is with him.

But why would she want to spend time with him instead of me? What's so special about him- calm down, she probably just wanted to make sure he got food that she liked too.

Yeah, that's it.

I go back downstairs to my office and try and clear my mind of my girl by filling it with work. I get stuck in with some paperwork, and start calling many clients to sort out some personal matters. An hour go's by and I'm in the middle of a financial debate with the Reddings leader over the phone.

"Sir, if you don't oblige by our rules, then you shall not count on us when you will need us. Got it." I stated down the phone, becoming aggravated by his argumentative manor, and the fact Bella still hasn't come back yet didn't help with my angered state.

"Of course Sir. I'm sor-" the sound of the door opening and closing diverts my attention from the phone, I hang up with a quick, 'I'll call you back' and practically bolt out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Damn you must be hungry, I've never seen you run so fast in your life." Ashton chuckles and I scan the kitchen,  my eyebrows scrunching up when I see no sight of her.

"Is she getting some more bags out of the back?" I ask eagerly.

"Who?" We both looked up at each other confused.

"What do you mean who? Bella of course." I say as if it were obvious.

Ashton looks at me funny and tilts his head to the side, "why would she be getting shopping out of the boot?"

"Well, she went with you didn't she?" I question, getting more anxious by the second.

"No, I thought she stayed home?" My eyes widen and my heart rate increases.

"No." I run off upstairs again screaming her name, she hasn't run away, she was happy here; where the fuck has she gone.

I open up all the bathrooms and practically go on a wild goose chase around the perimeter until I meet with Ashton again.

"Where the fuck is she!" I slam him against the wall, impatiently waiting for his answer.

"I-I don't know Sir, Luke may, call him." He says in one breath as I let him go.

"Why would Luke know?" I say defensively, they don't hang out, do they?

"He spoke to her this morning, about 7am, I heard them talking." As soon as the words slip I grab my phone and dial the number.

My hand tightens around the phone as each ring passes by without that dipshit answering me, what could he possibly be doing? Finally on the sixth ring I can hear Luke fumbling with the phone through the speaker and before he has a chance to breath down the line I cut him off.

"Where's Bella?" It came out more of a statement than a question as my voice turned rough with anxiety.

"Is she not at home?" He sounds genuinely shocked and I panic for a second thinking that maybe she has run off, until Luke cuts my internal rambling off by mumbling, "I told her it was a bad idea."

My ears pricked up at his statement and I became frustrated at what he was so obviously keeping from me.

"That wasn't the question Hemming's, now where is she?" I grip the phone tighter as my breaths become more shallow.

"You need to swear to me you won't flip your shit," he swallows hand down the line, "okay?"

"I swear if you don't tell me right this secon-"

"Fine, fine, she went on a date with Jay. Okay? I'm not sure where she went but I remember seeing an address to this park down the road on the kitchen counter this morning before she left.

What. Why the fuck would she be going to see that sack of shit.

Not only that but since I was last notified Callum had his limp body in his arms, so unless he ran away and escaped with some newfound energy then how the fuck has he gone and met her? Either way if that piece of shit crawled to her I will still kick him down again, has he not learnt his lesson?

I hung up on Luke and swiftly turned to Ashton, "get the keys for the car, we're going to the park." I searched around the kitchen in hopes that Rosie left the address here by mistake; once I spotted it I grabbed the piece of paper that she evidently forgot to take with her and put the address in my phone for directions. Ashton and I jumped into the jeep, and all the noise made was the satnav calling out directions, as Ashton knew better than to question me right now. After 10 minutes of his fast yet sickening driving we arrived at the park in no time, I ran out into the main section and turned 360 degrees, my eyes darting in all directions to find my baby.

My neck began to get whiplash from my intense searching and after I searched the park four times I knew that she had obviously left. Where the fuck else could they be?

My pocket started to vibrate and I answered the phone in one hand and pulled on a chunk of hair with the other, attempting to relieve the stress she has caused me today.

"You are going to want to come here now." Callum seemed urgent over the phone and suddenly I became fully aware of what was happening, sighing as I know what was to come.

Incoherent mumbles are heard over the phone as well as the satisfying groans of Jay in the background; I open my mouth to ask where she is, but a yelp travels through the microphone.

"What the fuck have you done to him!" Bella.