She stood there shocked, while he twirled his gun in his hand, playing with it as if it was a mere toy, while leaning on a nearby wall, without a care in the world.

"You...." She muttered; eyes wide, visage tear stained, body stiffened to no extent, as her face turned pale seeing the unfortunately familiar face of the murderer.

The murderer rolled his hazel eyes dramatically, his body language screaming he was uninterested. Instead of answering, he pushed his body off the wall he was leaning on and stalked towards the frightened young woman.

Watching him come closer, her frozen body came into action; gears in her mind started turning for she stumbled and took a few steps back, in hopes of running away. Though, her plan, just like a balloon, was deflated along with her hopes, when her back hit something alike a wall; only it was a chest.

"Hello." She heard someone say just behind her, his warm breath fanning the side of her face, his chest vibrating and masculine voice sending shivers down her spine; in a good way or not, she wasn't quite aware of that.

Scared, she hastily turned around; only to see the curly haired man from earlier. Chiselled face seemed amused; his pink lips carved into a smug smirk. Yet, as she looked into his eyes, they held an eerie hardness in them, a certain amount of hostility which shook her to her core.

Wide eyed, she tried backing away, but a large hand took hold of her forearm and slammed her to the nearby by wall.

Coming closer to the speechless brunette, the curly haired man said in a mocking manner, his lips pouted, "I am hurt. You never greeted back."

As fear immobilized her, she stood there watching him intently as her mind started to finally get in driving gear and she thought how to get away.

Tear drops still blurring her eyes, she looked to her left where the murderer stood previously and her eyes were greeted with the sight of him kneeled down near the dead body, poking it with his pointer finger. The scene made her cringe severely and she quickly looked away.

She was happy that she was saved but then, who is there to save her from these two?

Trying to get her hand out of his grip, she started wriggling. "Leave me..." She whimpered. Though to her bad luck, the man did nothing but blankly stared at her and then looked away, his eyes darting towards his friend, who was now looking at the body intently with a thoughtful look.

"What are you planning to do with this shit, Malik?" The curly haired man finally asked in a deep voice and Cynthia was half assured that he was talking about her.

"Please, please! Leave me." She again pleaded with watery eyes, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, to which he only shot an annoyed look at her direction and then again, snapped his head towards his friend.

"We don't really have much choice, Styles. Take this to Tommo. He will bury it with that boy's body." 'Malik' voiced out confidently, pointing at the dead body.

'Styles' huffed, his grasp tightening on Cynthia's forearm, "Tommo isn't burying it."

"What is he doing with it?" 'Malik' asked confused.

"He is slicing it and then he will burn it." 'Styles' said with a grimace.

A gasp left Cynthia, as her eyes again watered, "This is inhuman!" She shouted with a quivering voice, disgust along with fear dripping from her eyes as she glared at the two murderers.

A little shocked at the outburst, their eyes widened, but they soon composed themselves. Clearing his throat, 'Styles' muttered, with a dramatic eye roll, "Whatever."

"It's settled then." 'Malik' stood up, and clapped his hand. "You will take this body to Louis, while I have some sweet talks with
Ms. Nosy on our way back to her home."

Both Cynthia and 'Styles' stiffened at this.

"No, no. Please! Leave me, let go! I swear I will not utter a single word about what I have seen. Please!" Cynthia raised her voice a bit in desperation.

"Quiet, woman." 'Styles' harshly bit back at her, then looked at Malik's way, " Who said I am going to Louis?" He then let go of Cynthia's forearm and jabbed a finger at his friend's direction, "You created this bloody mess, you clean it up."

"I need to talk with the young lady there. I am trying to fix it. For fuck's sake, cooperate curly!" 'Malik' exclaimed.

While they bickered back and forth, Cynthia, with her hands now free, took it as an opportunity to step back and run away.

"The bitch! Harry!" She heard 'Malik' scream and she ran faster.

"We will deal with her later. Right now, you go and give this body to Louis." She heard 'Styles' growl.

Harry? Who is this?

She shook her head to get rid of the thought, for it was of no worth to her at this moment, as she turned the unfamiliar corners, hoping to get away from them.

It wasn't until she finally met a dead end that she stopped. Bending down, coughing loudly with beads of sweat rolling down her head, she found herself leaning at the nearby wall. After catching her breath, she searched for her phone, only to remember that it must be lying on the heap of dust on the ground at that street.

Tears again brimmed her eyes, but she wiped them away, knowing that it was not the time to be weak. She had to get out of this place, but how? She bit her lip, brainstorming how to find her way back home.

Meanwhile, at a little distance, Zayn looked upon her with amused eyes. He gazed at her curiously and found himself wondering what was she even doing in the streets of London so late. Then judging by her accent, he concluded that she must be new here; otherwise the residents don't dare come out from their houses at this time; not at least in the dark alleyways and adjacent areas.

  Having watched her enough, he realized it was time that he finally makes an entry for it was getting late and he had to leave for Oxford too early in the morning.

"And here you are!"

His voice boomed in the quiet surroundings of the ominous night, startling Cynthia as she let out a surprised squeak. She turned around, yet again face to face with 'Malik'. Terrified, she looked around, in hopes of finding a way to get out of here. To her despair, she found none;  it was a dead end after all.

"I was searching for you every where!" He exclaimed while stepping closer, making her step back in fright. Noticing that she was trembling in fear, he smirked, though, it quickly wiped off his face as he observed her looking to and fro. He knew she was thinking of running away. Running his slender fingers through his raven locks, he, almost defensively, raised his hand in the air, before cautiously muttering, "No funny business, promise. I am here because we gotta talk."

She stared at him, trying to find a crack in his facade that he was wearing on his visage. Seeing her hesitance, Zayn  almost wanted to bang her head on the wall and then tear her limb to limb, but resisted, remembering Harry's words.

"No more bloodshed. That's enough for tonight."

He had warned him severely,  when he was about to leave and reminded him that Zayn was supposed to only threaten her so she does not speak of all this to anyone; but that's it. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Zayn took a deep breath, clenching - unclenching his fists, in attempts of calming himself down. "I will show you the way out of this place while we talk. It's so painfully obvious you have no idea where you are." He offered.

Cynthia was still on edge. Though, mustering up some courage, she questioned, " How am I to know that you won't kill me?"

Zayn raised an eyebrow at her, "Good point." He raised a single ring clad pointer finger at her, signalling her to wait a second. Then he took out the silver gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans and threw it down on the ground. "Cool?" He questioned.

"You might have more on you." She pointed out, still unconvinced.

He then, with an eye roll, casted away the jacket. "See. Now I have got nothing."

She opened her mouth to argue but he cut her off, as he snapped at her impatiently, "Now the only thing I can do to convince you is to braid your hair, while you braid mine."

He advanced towards her, and before she could even blink, her wrist was in his unforgiving grasp as he dragged her behind himself.

A/N: Hello! So this was an eventful chapter...so I believe. I hope you liked it.

Penny for your thoughts about Zayn and Harry's character?

Thank you for reading xD