Mia's POV:

-0 Days Later-

As I sit in Liam's room for the second time, I can't help but stare at the dark bags under his eyes. He rambles on about how he's closer to the truth and then stops, "Have you been taking the pills I gave you?"

"Yeah." I lie, nodding.

He squints his eyes, "You're lying to me."

"What? No I'm not!"

"Obviously you are! Your eyes aren't like mine." Liam glares, folding his arms.

"Okay," I sigh. "So what if I haven't? It doesn't matter, I mean...look at you! You're going to crash any minute, Liam. That isn't good."

"Excuse me? While you're sleeping and getting your mind tampered with, I am gathering evidence on your psycho killing boyfriend!" He hisses.

"Fuck you." I hiss, angered. "It is not Zayn!"

"I knew you were blind, but I didn't realize you were this fucking blind."

"Go. To. Hell."

"I will once your boyfriend is through with me." Liam sasses, glaring at me.

I open my mouth to say something else but close it. Furious, I stand up and grab my stuff, "I have some plans to tend to."

As soon as I get over to his bedroom door, he sighs, "They're coming to kill me. I can feel it."

Turning around, my mouth falls open. "Liam they aren't. You're paranoid."

"You don't know anything, Mia. But you'll know when they find my body tonight." He doesn't meet my eyes.

"Liam, you need to chill. You'll be fine." I smile, kissing his cheek. "I have to go now. Message me tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure." He smiles sadly.

My mom huffs as she looks over my hair as I finish up my makeup, "Is this what you wanted?"

I look up and smile, "Yes! Thanks mom."

"I feel like it isn't fancy enough..."

"What can you do? My hairs short." I laugh, finishing my lipstick. "It's perfect, okay?"

"Okay." She grins. "My baby looks like a grown woman!"

"Do you think Zayn will like it?"

"He'll love it, sweetie."

I breathe out and stand up, "I need to put my dress on. He should be here soon, make sure he gets inside?"

She agrees, "Of course."

After I squeeze myself into my dress, I bite my lip to stop the smile spreading across my lips.

I put on my heels and head downstairs as soon as I hear some talking. Cautiously, I enter the kitchen and the chatter stops as they all stare at me.

"My goodness, Mia! You look gorgeous." My mom gushes, tears finding their way into her eyes.

"You look amazing, darling." My dad also compliments.

"Thanks guys." I grin, my breathing stopping when I turn to Zayn waiting to see what he says.

His eyes light up and he stands up to greet me, "My god you look breathtaking."

"So do you." I blush, looking down.

"Let's eat, shall we?" My dad interjects, making us smile even more.

-At Dance-

Zayn squeezes my hand as he notices my breathing quicken as we head into the cafeteria, "Don't be nervous."

"I can't help it." I laugh, squeezing it back.

We sit down at the tables and drink some soda as the principal talks into the microphone, thanking us all for coming.

He grins at me, "Picture?"

"Sure." I agree as he takes his phone out.

After he takes it, he holds it towards me for confirmation.

"This okay?"

"Perfect." I grin, looking over our smiling faces.

Liam's POV:

My heart rate increases as my fingers fly over the keyboard looking for more evidence to print up and show Mia.

I seriously can't believe she still thinks it's not Zayn. How blind can that girl be? All the evidence is right in front of her!

The paper finishes printing and I stand up to grab it when my bedroom door is throw open. I jump and turn around to only see Thomas.

"I know why you're here." I tell him, confidently.

"Oh, do you now?" He laughs, folding his arms.

"You're here to kill me, for Zayn. He knows I know what he is and he doesn't want me ruining his little plan."

Thomas walks towards me, "Right you are. And you also know I won't let you ruin tonight."

"What's happening tonight?" I ask, worriedly.

He smirks but does not reply.

"He hid his tracks quite good, but not good enough." I taunt, motioning to all the papers on my desk.

His smirk fades, "Did Mia see this?"

"She sure did, and she won't fall for his tricks any longer."

"That's where you're wrong." Thomas growls, getting closer to me with every step. "She's with him at this very moment."

My confidence falls, "What?"

"Not as persuasive as you thought, eh?"

"She knows what he is even though she doesn't want to believe it. Zayn's plan won't work." I hiss, stepping back into my wall.

He clenches his jaw, "You should've just kept your mouth shut, boy."

Mia's POV:

The music fills my ears as we sway to the rhythm slowly, my head on his chest.

"You've had a rough year, haven't you?" Zayn whispers, holding onto me tight.

"So have you." I point out.

"Maybe so." He agrees. "But you found all those bodies of your classmates. Delila falling right next to your desk...Danny hanging from the tree..."

"You were there when I found Danny." He doesn't reply and realization suddenly hits me. "How did you know Delila fell right next to me?"

I stare into his eyes and panic flashes in his eyes, "You must've told me."

"No," I shake my head. "I didn't tell anybody that."

"Oh...I thought you did."

My breathing deepens and my world seems to spin, "I-I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

Zayn watches me with a smile as I walk out of the cafeteria, "I'll be waiting."

As soon as I exit, I breathe rapidly as my world comes crashing down.

This must just be a coincidence, Liam can't be right...he just can't be. Zayn wouldn't have done any of this, he wouldn't!

I walk past Delila and Danny's memorial and retract to look at it more. I always tend to avoid looking at their photos when I walk down this hall during school.

My eyes wander over and my breath suddenly catches in my throat when I realize the shirt Delila is wearing in her yearbook photo is the same I found in Zayn's house.

Suddenly, before I can even decipher it all clicks. All of it begins to make sense...and I was too blinded to realize everything Liam and Harry ever told me is true.

Tears fall down my cheeks rapidly as I run down the rest of the hallway to the exit, I needed to get out of here. I needed to call Liam. I dial his number with shaky hands and wait for him to answer but it goes straight to voicemail.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I mutter, heading outside into the crisp cold air.

The wind starts blowing hard when I suddenly hear his voice, "Mia...there is no need to be afraid, darling. Let's go back inside and finish our dance."

I don't reply and hurry and hide behind a car. I look over the car and try to keep myself from gasping when I see Zayn looking around a few feet away from me, his brown eyes in their true form.

I don't know what it is, but there's something truly terrifying about black eyes, and I can't explain why. Maybe it's the fact that you know that those eyes hold no emotion. No remorse, sadness...only anger and evil.

My eyes widen as I hear his footsteps start getting closer, so I take a deep breath and run for another car away from him.

I try to keep my anxiety under control as I watch his every move through the window. All I needed to do was get back inside and call the police.

My body shakes in fear as I crouch behind a Mazda, trying my best to calm my breathing down.

"Come out, Mia. I don't want to have to hurt you." Zayn's voice threatens, his footsteps close by.

I don't reply, just try to hurry and dial the police. I hear him laugh unamusingly and when I peak over the car hood, see him pulling his phone out. My hand shake uncontrollably as I type their number.

I now knew what he was and what he has done, and I know I can't trust him.

Before I press the call button, my phone starts ringing loudly and I look down to see it from Zayn. Cursing, I hurry and try to silence it.

I hear Zayn's taunting laugh and I press my hand over my mouth, tears falling out my eyes. His footsteps suddenly stop, and I look over the hood to no longer see him. Confusion hits me and I wonder if he left.

Standing up slowly, I don't see Zayn in sight anymore. A loud scream leaves my lips when I feel his tight grip wrap around my waste, picking me up.

I scream and cry, hoping to catch somebody's attention, but nobody comes to save me.

We get closer to his car and he pops the trunk open and places me in. I try my best to get out and not let him lock me in, but his hand grabs a hold of my hair and he slams it against the floor.

My eyesight goes blurry and Zayn finally pushes me fully in. He wipes the sweat off his head and grins at me. "See you when you wake up, baby."

The last thing I see is Zayn placing his hands on the top of the trunk and slamming it closed.
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HOLY SHIT IT IS HAPPENING!! I AM NOT OKAY, I REPEAT, I AM NOT OKAY!!

NOW THAT THE CLIMAX IS FINALLY HERE, WE CAN NOW GET INTO ZAYNS PAST AND ALL WOOOO!

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