*two days later*

  Zayn's P.O.V

  All I knew when I walked out of the bar and into the cool, windy air was that my vision was blurry and my name started with an Z, or maybe an S. The shots I took were too many to count, and my wallet was now completely empty.

  Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those guys who drinks their problems away. In fact, as a big name in the world and a member of the hottest boyband out there, there were only a few problems I had in my life. But once a person reaches their boiling point, they don't just sit there and not do anything about it. I had to do something, so I drank.

  It was stupid and not a well thought out plan. Tomorrow I'd be experiencing the worst hangover ever, and after that all that I'd have accomplished was killed a day and got me right back to sqare one. Sure, I'd stopped the pain temporarily. But I knew that when I came back to my senses I'd feel worse about the whole situation and be in a heap of trouble with Paul and the Management.

  Safaa wasn't a 'retarded muslim' and she definitely didn't have cancer. The Twitter trolls could mess with me all they wanted, but now they've messed with one of the things I truly love and hold onto dear in my life.

  When I heard that people had been saying things about this on Twitter, I had went on to see myself. My mum told me that I was going to get hate being famous and that I should be a strong young man and be respectful. But I couldn't help it if people were bullying my little sister and spreading false rumors about her. There were too many things going on at the moment anyway, like the hate I've been getting. Yes folks, this was my boiling point.

  What made it worse was that people in Safaa's school believed the rumors about her. About what had tipped it off for me, though, was knowing that I couldn't do anything about it. I could post something on Twitter, but there would always be that person saying I was a liar and there would always be that person accusing I was fake. Facing the world didn't seem so appealing to me, so I went to the nearest bar and ordered way to many shots of Vodka for a person to take.

  I know it was wrong of me. But who could blame me, really? With hate going to me, to Amber and I, to Amber, to Danae, and now to baby Safaa I felt as if I was the only human surviving against a million zombies that were determined to take me down. They'd hurt my family and were slowly closing in on me- there's not many resorts for a person to turn to. Drinking was one of the few that I would consider.

  Trying to turn on my phone for the tenth time in a row, I screamed out in frusteration and threw it at the floor of my car. Ninety nine percent of me was intoxicated, but that one percent was dominant enough to tell me not to drive. But I ignored it, because I was mad and needed to get away from here. Away from people.

  Putting my keys into the ignition, I sped off down the fuzzy road. My windows were down, even though it was late November and too cold for this. As cars going extremely slow by me, the reckless driver, their lights blinded me and caused me to swerve. I growled and stomped my foot back on the petal as I hit a rock, but I kept on going to unknown territory.

  If I could only just take a break from everything. Maybe even for a day. Just be a normal kid, living in Bradford and not having millions of people targetting you as their latest victim. What I wouldn't do just to have one day like that.

  As I hit another large bump in the road, my head snapped up as I realized that I was beginning to doze off. The alcohol was going to be taking affect soon, and here I was absoloutely clueless and without anybody's assistance. Needless to say, I was probably screwed and people were going to be writing all about this to be read for everyone in the morning.

  Lucky me.

  Behind me, a noise filled my ears. It heard like a whistle, or maybe even music. It was hard to tell as the world spun around me, but I kept driving faster. The adrenaline was making me forget what happened with Safaa, and a good distraction from all of the hate was actually needed. As the sound grew louder and louder, I sped up.

  Finally, the sound was almost too unbearable. I hit the brakes on my car so fast that my face hit the front windshield, but no severe damage was done. The only feeling I had inside me was anger at whatever that noise was, and now those blinding blue and red lights beside me.

  What was going on?

  I soon figured out as a policeman came to the side of the car.

  "I'm going to have to ask you to step out of your vehicle, sir."

  Darcy's P.O.V

  The last thing I expected my Saturday night to turn out too was a visit to jail. When I hopped in the shower and Irresistible playing on a loop in the back of my head, I did not imagine that Liam would nearly bust the door down in attempt at getting my attention. According to him, I sing a bit too loudly in the shower.

  So here I was, sitting with my hair still damp in a police station with Liam. Harry was visiting Management and telling them about the duet that we'd been working on for the past two days. We had been working ourselves so hard that yesterday I got a sore throat, which was dissolving rather quickly to by good fortune. Niall and Louis were off to see The Hobbit for both of their second time.

  The police officers gave us cold glares as they passed, occasionally asking us what our business of being there was. We'd reply that we were waiting to speak to an officer about Zayn Malik, but apparently that officer was 'temporarily busy and we'd have to wait patiently for a few moments'.

  "Did he tell you anything?" I questioned Liam, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

  "I dunno, it was hard to here him. His words were all slurred and he sounded really drunk. I'm not sure what must've gotten into him." Liam simply replied. He had a hard expression on his face, and I coud tell he was trying to solve everything out himself. No matter how hard he tried, I honestly don't think he'd be able to shake the puzzled look on his face.

  "Does he... drink a lot?" A asked cautiously.

  "In the past couple of months, a bit more. When he started dating Amber, I guess." He shrugged.

  "Is this about her? Did she do something?" I pressed, my response a little bit rushed. Liam gave me a quick smile and looked back off into the distance, like he was looking for something. Like he was still searching for the answers to the questions I had given him.

  "I suppose we'll find out now." Liam said as an officer marched our way. He had one of those classical beer guts, or maybe it was from dohnuts. Across his face was a straight, thick black moustache that was in great need of being trimmed. Of course, I said none of this outloud as the man grabbed my hand and half squeezed/ half shook it.

  "Right this way." The man said firmly, his voice extremely monotone. I couldn't help but giggle under my breath at how much he resembled Hitler, and Liam smacked me arm as he smirked and we followed behind like dogs toward what I assumed was a waiting jail cell for when people were supposed to stay while they waited for someone to bail them out.

  But instead, the officer got out a big ring filled with keys strewn on them and unlocked a big door that led to a different section of the jail. I worriedly glanced at Liam, who did not seem comfortable at all, but we had to get Zayn and I couldn't leave poor Liam alone wandering the halls of a jail with a dohnut-gut officer.

  So instead of assuming the worst, which would have to be in the same room as the people from the America's Most Wanted show, I grabbed Liam's hand and led him through the next narrow hallway we had to go through, and surprisingly the officer just managed to fit through it's walls. If that had happened I think I'd even feel embarrassed for the guy.

  We continued to walk through corridors until the police officer came to an abrupt stop in a hallway painted a faded yellow color and smelled like black coffee. With a grut, he pulled out his keys again and opened a door places in the middle of the hallway, which a large sign saying 'Authorized Personal Only'

  Zayn, what did you get yourself into to be put in your own room?

  But I was wrong. When we walked through the doors, a wave of an alcoholic smell and pee hit me like a slap into face. Liam caughed rather loudly next to me, and I gripped onto his hand as he plugged his nose.

  It wsa then when I realized just exactly where we were. Ahead of me, there were rows upon rows of cage like jail cells, and in front of them were small puddles of what looke dlike spit. Zayn had been placed with all of the other people, with criminals. And it was in that moment that my knees started to weaken a bit, but I pretended to be fine. I could keep control of myself, they probably weren't even here.

  Liam noticed me stopped to catch my breath and grazed his thumb against my hand in reassurance. I only nodded at him as we followed an officer down the row of jail cells, with us both trying to keep out eyes trained on the ground so we could watch where we stepped and not make eye contact with any murderers.

  "What're you in for?" A loud voice boomed from one cell. My eyes widened in fear, but I reminded myself that they were in a cell and couldn't get to me as some other men chuckled at this person's remark obviously targetted at Zayn and I.

  "Want me to hook you up with some dope?" Another voice called out. I was surprised the officer didn' say anything, so I just shook my head as I heard a smoker wheeze out a laugh. It was just then as the row of cells was about to end that the officer stopped and turned to one.

  I let myself look up, to see the drunken Zayn Malik wave sheepishly at us. The officer talked breifly to Liam and let him know we could take him home after filling out some papers, and I couldn't be more than releived. William and Pamla were not here, and we were going back.

  I released Liam's hand and traded it for Zayn, who wobbled around a bit when he walked.

  "Sorry," He slurred as he nearly ran into a bar. I just gave him a quick, tight hug before leading him back down through the rows of people that we had passed earlier, this time finding it easier to block out their cuss words thrown at us.

  It was just about before we made it out the door, when I felt something on my hair. Quickly, I turned my head around sharply to be face to face with none other than William, the person who'd I would have least expected. I screamed out in terror, everything around me becoming some slow motion blur. There was a burning on my head as it came in contact with the bars of the jail cell, and I realized that he was using my hair to pull me.

  Even though Zayn was wasted, I could tell he knew something was wrong. Liam turned to me and had a look of horror on his face as I shook violently and the officer worked to get William's grimy hands away from my hair. Everything just happened so fast that I could barely take it in, and all I remembered about that moment was all the things I told myself to forget. But once you've been through damage like that, there's no real forgetting. I knew that I couldn't pretend like it was okay for myself anymore because emotionally, I wasn't.

  Finally, as I confirmed thsese things with myself, the officer tazed William's hand and I watched as he body fell on the ground, momentarily unconsious.

  A/N: woah! :o that was scary.

  So what do you think? Please vote, fan, and comment c: Sorry for such the long wait everyone, I had been having some writers block with this story. Thanks for so many reads, votes, and comments o.o I MIGHT GET A MILLION, GUYS. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WE'RE GOING TO PARTY IF THAT HAPPENS?

  a lot. :3

  ~Delilah