Zayn was sleeping in Harry's room for the first time. His head on Harry's chest and his heart beat calming Zayn. It sounded like a lullaby to him.

Harry was still wide awake. He ran his fingers through Zayn's hairs, caressing them. Harry's mind was filled with worry for Zayn and their future.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted his chain of thoughts. He carefully placed Zayn's head on the pillow and made his way towards the door.

Opening the door, he was met with a distressed looking Louis.

"What happened?", he asked groggily.

"It's happening Harry", Louis answered, causing Harry's eyes to go wide. "They are here. T-they killed Nathan and a few of our gang mates. We need to leave the place right now".

"Liam? Is he here too?", Harry asked.

Louis nodded before saying, "He is downstairs, waiting for us. He promised me that he will take us out of here safely".

Harry nodded and went to wake up Zayn.

He shook Zayn and said, "Wake up Zayn. We don't have much time. Get up".

Zayn's eyes fluttered open as he looked at Harry with confusion laced on his face.

"What?", Zayn asked in raspy voice.

"Zafar and his gang is here. He already killed Nathan and we need to get out of here soon", Harry told in one breath.

Zayn's heartbeat quickened as he started to panic. He quickly shot out of the bed. Harry held Zayn's hand and took out his gun.

The three of them quietly made their way down stairs. They could hear gun firing from a distance which meant no one was near them for now.

"I-is Neville okay??", Zayn asked in a whisper.

"Who?", Louis asked, squinting his eyes as they reached at the end of the stairs.

"He is my friend. One of the prostitutes. We can't leave him here to die", Zayn said, his voice indicating panic.

"Shh! Babe", Harry said and cupped his cheeks. "Everything's gonna be fine. We will go and search for him but promise me babe that if we don't find him, you will listen to us and leave this place with us".

"I-i can't", Zayn said. His eyes were watery and his gaze dropped from those green eyes to the floor.

Harry softly kissed his forehead and said, "Please Zayn. It's for your safety. Please, promise me babe. I won't be able to leave without you".

Zayn slowly looked up and saw concern for himself in Harry's eyes. A single tear dropped down his cheek as he nodded and mumbled a little, 'promise'.

Harry smiled weakly. This was enough for him. The three of them made their way down to the prostitute Hall. The voices of people shouting was heard from upstairs that meant it was safe for them to go down.

As soon as they reached there, Zayn ran off towards Neville's room, ignoring Harry's desperate calls for him to slow down.

Zayn had Harry and Louis for himself but he knew that no one was there for Neville. He wanted to reach out for him as soon as possible, not wanting to meet with his dead body or something.

He frantically opened Neville's door and looked around in search for him.

"Nev", he said in a low volume. "Are you here?? It's me, Ian".

He heard a whimper from the washroom and he hurriedly made his way towards the bathroom door, Harry and Louis following him.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw Neville on the floor, his hands tied up and a dirty cloth wrapped around his mouth. His hairs were disheveled and eyes bloodshot.

Zayn ran towards him, crouching down in front of him and took out the cloth and untied the ropes.

"Are you okay??", Zayn asked as he helped Neville to stand up on his feet.

Neville just nodded in response, his arm around Zayn's shoulder for support.

Harry went to Neville's other side and held him.

"Hey!! ", a voice shouted.

All four of them turned and saw a man from Zafar's gang standing there, pointing his gun towards them.

Before, Louis could even take out his gun, the sound of gunfire was heard.......