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Nialls POV

I curiously look up at Liam, oh god what is it now.

"Nick, our other hostage, has gone full psycho. He's torturing the poor ginger kid, and attacking soldiers. We need to..you know..put em down. We think that you'd be best for this. Also the allies are advancing, finish him off then report to the battle field. Quickly." Liam explains, fidgeting with his coat zipper.

Zayn groans, "After I do this can you give me some..alone time."

Liam looks suspicious for a second then he realizes what Zayns talking about. A shit eating grin spreads it's way across his face. "Okay okay, I won't disturb you guys." He winks at me then turns around, walking towards the chamber.

"I'm gonna finish You up later" He quickly kisses my mouth, and walks me to our room. He gives me one last hug, and then he's out.

I make sure to lock the door when he leaves. Now what? Sleeeeeep!

I jump on the circular bed, curl up under the blankets and wait for sleep to come.
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Nicks POV ( >:) )

"Stop no please." The ginger lad begs me, quivering in fear . Ah Ed what an innocent soul.

"I love when you beg for me." I manically smile, raising my shard of glass and digging it into his thigh.

He screams Out in pain, the louder his scream the louder my laugh.

The door opens and I see the long lost face of none other than general Malik and Officer Payne.

"So we meet again?" I spit, fucking Malik always having to ruin things.

I know he had something to do with Togpo leaving me, I still love him.

"Liam get the ginger kid, I'll get Nick." Zayn instructs Liam.

Ed hobbles on one leg out the door hanging off Liam for support. Once they were gone, I turn to Zayn.

"And then there were two." I play with the glass shard in my hand, waiting for him to make a move.

"Just because Jace had to go, doesn't mean you should act like this." He advises, tightening his fist.

"His name is Togpo! He was mine! He loved me and I loved him! You made him leave, you took him away. So I'm going to take Niall away." I sneer, getting onto my feet.

"Like hell I'll let you touch him!" Zayn yells.

"A little feisty are we?"

Zayn reaches for an extra pistol we had on the table. Little did he know that I poisoned the gun at the touch.

"Ow what the fuck?!" He jumps back cradling his hand and glaring at me.

"You my friend, are now injected with anesthetics." I grin. "You are going to do me a little favor."

"Fuck no, I can kill you." He threatens, wobbling a little.

"Ha, you're funny. If I can't have love, nobody can." I lunge at him, taking the pistol in my gloved hand.

He falls to the ground, fighting to stay awake.

"Fuck you!" He yells, getting back on his feet. He sways a little, blinking rapidly.

"Now you're going to break it off with Niall, and go out to the battle field and die. Clear?" I mock his stern tone, barking out a laugh.

I hold the gun to the back of his head and shove him forward, "If anyone asks, you're taking me to the execution chambers." I growl, leading him out the door.

He leads me to the door, and leans his forehead against the wood. "No." He says.

"Oh yes." I grin, my eyebrows furrowing down.

"I can't...I love him." His voice breaks and a tear slides down his throat.

"Do it or I'll kill both of you." I threaten, shoving him up against the door.

"Go to hell, I hate you so much." He spits, his hands shaking as he opens the door.

I hide behind him, the gun pointing at him. Ah let the fun begin.

Zayn opens the door just so his body fits in the open space.

"Baby?" He calls out. That's fucking sick, I hate love.

"Yes, daddy?" I hear a soft voice respond. Zayn sucks in a breath, his knuckles are white from gripping the door so hard.

"I have to talk to you." He says, his voice wavering then cracking.

I hear rustling of sheets and I sense that Niall is getting up.

"Tell him to fucking stay." I growled, Zayns already loosing his balance.

"Baby stay there." His sobs, clenching his teeth and tears pouring out.

"Zayn you're scaring me." I can tell Nialls crying now, good.

"I think it'd be best..." He breaks down and cries, he tries to break free of my hold to embrace Niall but he's weakened.

"Fucking finish or you both die right now." I spat, pressing the head of the pistol to his head.

"I can't...I love him so much." He sobs back, sniffing and wiping his tears.

"Do it." I hiss.

"I think we should stop." He rushes out, falling to his knees.

"Tell him you never loved him, how you only want sex." I command, just for extra measure.

Zayn repeats my words, choking from all the crying.

"I...I love you Zayn!" Nialls whimpers, and I squeeze Zayns neck, preventing him from saying anything back.

I can hear Nialls wails from inside the room, poor kid. Can't believe I used to call him my friend.

"Get up." I yell at Zayn but he refuses, I point the gun towards Niall and he gets up. "Go to your office...now." I command him. I watch him shakily wobble to his office and them collapse in a ball of tears.

Business here is finished.

Nialls POV

Have you ever felt like you were falling? Have you ever had your mind think a gazillion thoughts at one time? Have you ever cried so much you have no more tears to give?

My heart just got brutally teared out of my chest. I can't breath, I can't think, all I can do is cry nonexistent tears. I've never felt this horrible in my entire life. Not when I failed my state test, not when my dog died, nothing compares to this.

I want to die, this isn't fair. We were doing so well, what went wrong?

My chest aches for his comfort, his warmth, his love.

I hope he got what he wanted. I hope he's happy now, I sure as hell aren't. But if he gets to be happy at the cost of my expense, so be it.

I fucking love you Zayn Malik, and you destroyed me.

*cries bc sad, le time skip*

"Baby!? Princess?!" I hear a familiar voice call out.

"What do you want Zayn?" I spit, instantly recoiling over to the other side of the bed.

"I'm so sorr-"

"I don't wanna hear It...I..why did you do it?" My eyes well up with tears again and I hug my knees to my chest.

"You don't understand." He brokenly whispers, tracing little patterns in the sheets. My heart aches for those fingers to touch me, however I shun myself at the thought.

"What did I do? What happened? I can't believe you were just using me for sex..." I whisper the last part in despair. Only sex huh?

"Princess no," He tries to come next to me but I flinch away. He's a monster. "That's not..it's not what it seems like." He's almost crying again.

"Maybe  Liam is better?" I wonder Aloud, seeing him visibly cringe.

"No!! No. No, you're my baby. Mine!" He has a pleading tone to his voice, almost sounding like he's trying to convince himself.

"You don't want me anymore." I close my eyes and let some tears escape. I was just being toyed with.

"No I do! Goddamnit, you're the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me, I love you!" He yells, standing up and punching the wall.

"Fucking Nick Grimshaw, I hate him!" He wipes clean the dresser shelf, so angry you could see steam rising off him.

"You have to believe me baby, I love you. You...that...princess please." His voice is desperate, and filled with melancholy.

I shake my head, curling more in on myself. I burry my head in my knees and let sobs rack my body. I hate everything.

Out of the blue, I'm placed in a lap and arms are tightly wrapped around me, Zayns arms. This time, I don't feel secure, I feel terrified.

I squirm and punch his chest, kicking my legs, anything to do to get out of here. My attacks are no use. His strong arms remained glued to my body and he kisses my head multiple times, muttering things to me and himself.

"Let the boy go!"

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