Disclaimer!
Things are gonna get a bit disturbing as we continue. Proceed with caution.

Mercy ~ Shawn Mendes.
Same Mistakes ~ One Direction.

Liam manages to get Harry off of Zayn and holds him against the wall. Niall rushes over to help Zayn but Zayn pushes him away.

"Let me go Liam! This bastard needs to explain!" Harry barks while still trying to free himself from Liam's hold.

"He can't explain with you trying to kill him!" Liam counters, still not letting Harry go.

"I didn't do it. I wasn't even here at the time! I spent.. We all spent the evening at my own fùcking gallery!" Zayn finally speaks up angrily. His face is already covered in a bit of blood and some cuts visible on his lips.

"Was he with you the whole time we left you at the gallery?" Liam questions me emotionlessly.

"I- I Uh.."

"Well?" Harry presses for an answer impatiently.

"I don't kn- I don't remember." I mumble.

Zayn quickly tears his gaze from me and hangs his head low.

I do remember clearly. Zayn did leave for a while after that awkward moment we shared. But I can't say anything because it will definitely bring up what happened between us.

"I know we are all hurt, grieving and confused. But Harry, you have to at least consider that this could all be a huge mistake. This is Zayn we're talking about." Niall defends.

"I agree-" I start

"Allie don't." Zayn interrupts me quickly. Why wouldn't he want me to speak up and give my opinion on the matter?

I notice Harry's reaction to my words. He isn't very pleased.

"I'll only let you go if you agree not to attack Zayn again." Liam sternly instructs Harry.

"Just fûcking get your hands off me." Harry pushes his way out of his grip.

"I suggest that we all listen to the audio bit. Then we can make our judgement from there. Just to be clear,  the tech guy is someone reliable and trustworthy. He can't fabricate any of this. He has nothing to gain from it." Louis speaks up after his long silence of just observing and comforting his sobbing girlfriend.

Harry paces around while tagging onto his curls. His eyes are glossy, like he's fighting back tears. I want to go over to him and just hug him but I know it's not something he would like right now. In fact, I do know that it's something I don't have a right to do.

Zayn walks over to the other side and stands in front of all of us.

"Play it." He confidently urges Louis.

Everyone and everything is so quiet, save for my heartbeat that I can hear in my ears.

The audio starts sounding like a scrambled channel and then it gets to the part we're all waiting for.

"Zayn Malik.."

We all hear it and from the expression on Zayn's face, I could swear that it wasn't him.

"Zayn Malik.."

Louis replays the audio close to three times. Before he could play it one more time, Harry becomes that animal that he was a few minutes ago.  He holds Zayn by the collar of his black shirt and drives him to the wall.

"Harry I swear that's not me," Zayn starts.

"You lying piece of shit! What do you take us for?" Harry roars as he punches Zayn and throws him across the table.

He follows him there and this time no one tries to stop him. Why aren't they stopping him?

Before I could think, I run there and jump in between them. I shield Zayn who is groaning in pain. Harry stops right in front of me, his nostrils flaring.

"Get out of the way!" He yells.

"No please Harry don't do this to him. He couldn't have done it. There has to be some sort of mistake." I cry while I beg Harry, literally on my knees.

Knowing that it was Nate behind everything made me believe that this wasn't true. It wasn't Zayn. But there is a part of me that wonders if it's possible. Lacey did mention that her kidnapper was working with someone who didn't do things according to plan and it could all be connected. I can't help but wonder if Zayn would be capable of that.

"It's okay Allie. Please don't get involved." Zayn weakly mumbles.

"Stop talking to her!" Harry barks at Zayn, making me flinch instantly.

"Stop it!" Lacey screams. Everything goes quiet. She walks towards us and stands in front of Zayn and I. She's crying and shaking. "Did you do it?" She directs it to Zayn.

"I didn't do it. I swear on the one person that I love, I didn't do it." Zayn's voice is much more audible now.

"That's not even my vocal recognition pass. It's just Malik. Not Zayn. Not Zayn Malik. Just Malik!" He continues. "Louis tell them." He looks at Louis with so much desperation in his eyes.

"I can't do this," Lacey runs away in loud sobs.

Louis however doesn't answer. He follows Lacey, leaving Zayn looking like a lost puppy. Seems like everyone is having a hard time believing him.

"Get out of my way Allison or so help me God-"

"Don't speak to her like that!" Zayn challenges Harry.

Harry roughly grabs me by my arms and pulls me to my feet. I wince from the pain of his nails digging into my flesh.

"Harry!" I cry out in pain.

Suddenly Zayn decks Harry and they both fall on the floor. Zayn manages to hold Harry down and punch him square in the face.

"Please stop!" I scream. "Do something!" I turn to Niall and Liam who seem to be minding their own business.

The brawl goes on for a bit until one of Harry's men, Nick, comes in out of nowhere and pulls Zayn away. I think to myself, finally someone has decided to stop them before they kill each other.

"What should I do with him boss?" Nick asks while he's struggling to hold Zayn steady.

"Throw him in the basement." Harry orders without thinking twice. The look in his eyes is a very familiar one. The darkness behind his eyes. One that he had when he killed that guy in the basement.

"No no no please don't!" I scream in terror when he picks me up and drapes me over his shoulder.

"Harry I swear-"

Zayn doesn't get to finish his statement. I get a quick glance of him being dragged on the floor. His body is limp and he seems to be unconscious.

Having seen Harry like this before, I know better than to fight back. So I just let him carry me upstairs with his shoulder digging deeply into my abdomen. I take in the pain with quiet sobs.

I thought he'd be rough with me but he ends up putting me down gently when we get to his room. He turns the lock and remains facing the door for a few seconds. He let's out a huge breath then turns around.

"Babe?" I gasp when I notice his black eye.

"Don't!" He stops me from touching him.

"Please just hear me out."

"Hear you out?" He gives me a cold stare.

"Don't let your anger towards Zayn make you do something you'll regret," I talk back.

"Why are you defending that murderer?" He speaks against his teeth.

"I'm not.. I just think that there is a whole logical explanation."

"You think you know him so well don't you?" He scoffs and I could swear he rolled his eyes.

"That's not what I said but I think he's a good pers-"

Harry picks me up and slams my back against the wall. I close my eyes as the shock and pain both hit me at the same time.

"You need to understand something called Loyalty. Louis, Niall and Liam knew better than to open their mouths and challenge me. They know where their loyalties lie. And as my girl, you should know better than to question my decisions!" Him yelling at the end gives me a huge lump in my throat.

"I'm not afraid of you. They are!" My voice cracks at the end.

"Well you should be."

"I'm your girl. I shouldn't be afraid of you." I continue challenging him knowing very well that it's not the brightest idea.

"You're absolutely right," Harry smirks. "You're my girl and there are better things you could do with that smart mouth."

He grabs a fist full of my hair then pulls me closer to him. Close enough for him to whisper in my ear.

"Get on your knees.."

That sends chills down my spine.

"No." I whisper.

He pulls my hair harder without caring how much pain I'm in. I wince and try to loosen his grip but he doesn't let go.

I slowly lower myself and get down on my knees. My vision is already blurry with fat drops of tears waiting to just flow.

I already know what's gonna happen seeing as he already unzipped his pants. I dutifully part my lips and close my eyes. The warmth and salt of tears flows to my lips.

He pulls me closer, at the same time pushing his hips forward. This unfamiliar feeling sends a gag reflex through my body.

A loud unusual moan echos through the room.

AN:

I'll just go ahead and blame everyone's actions on grief and confusion. Lol

What do you think will happen to Zayn?

Thoughts on Harry?