When Harry got home, he decides to text the phone number that was written on his cup.

Hey you wrote your number on my cup

She responded within seconds.

Her: Harry?

Him: Yup that's me

Him: What's your name?

Her: Cher

Him: So Cher it seems like you're interested in me 😏

Her: Or maybe I just wanted to make new friends lol

Him: Why me? 👀

Her: Idk you're cute 🙈

Then Harry got a text from Selena.

Did you find her yet?

"Shit." He muttered.

He forgot that he has a girlfriend for a second. He don't usually do relationships and if he does they don't last long. He always had friends with benefits or a simple hook up. Now he suddenly feels wrong for flirting with a girl he just met.

I can't flirt with other girls, but doesn't mean I can't be friends with them.

He said to himself.

***

After the long ride, Ariana and Zayn arrived at their destination.

They both were standing in front of an old shack that looks abandoned.

"Are you sure that this is the right address?" Zayn asked, still looking at the house.

"Yeah." Ariana said as she looked at her phone with the message her dad sent her.

They both walked to the door and Zayn knocked.

"I don't think anyone is here." Zayn said after knocking again.

"You should text him-" He stopped halfway through his sentence once he heard the door cracked open.

A face that Ariana haven't seen in years was standing in front of him. She was shocked at how he looked now. A face that was once familiar wasn't so familiar anymore.

His face looked drained, his eyes were bloodshot red, his body is scrawny, and it looked like he hasn't bathe in months. He has an unpleasant smell surrounding him, like it's a mixture of chemicals.

While Ariana was confused, Zayn knew exactly what it was.

"Ariana!" The man pulled her in for a hug. "Wow look at you, all grown up."

"Hey dad." The little brunette said in an uncomfortable tone.

Her dad, Mr. Butera looked at the hazel eyed boy, noticing his presence.

"You must be her boyfriend." He stuck his hand out for a handshake.

"No, I'm just a friend." Zayn chuckled, shaking his hand.

"What's your name son?"

"Zayn, sir."

"You guys should come in." Mr. Butera entered the house as the two followed.

The place was mostly empty with a mattress laying on the floor. The place is filled with the same unpleasant smell.

"Th-This is where you live?" The little brunette asked, still shocked and uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I don't really make a lot of money."

Zayn spotted a bag of needles on the floor.

"Are all of those yours?" He pointed at the bag.

"Yeah, I sell them." Mr. Butera answered.

The little brunette frowned in disappointment. She came all this way to see her dad. She wasn't expecting this.

"Why are you living like this?" She asked as a tear slid down her cheek. "You could've live with me and Mom. I just don't know what happen between you guys. I don't know why she left you like this and married another guy."

Her dad was taken aback on what she said.

"Ariana, can I talk to you?" Zayn interrupted.

She nodded and they both moved away from her dad, so he won't hear.

"This is a crack house." He told her.

"What?" She raised her eyebrows.

"And those needles are full of drugs. Your dad is a drug addict."

Ariana's heart fell after hearing what Zayn said. Everything was starting to make sense to her. She finally found out the truth.

"Your mother got married?" Mr. Butera asked, just finding out the news.

"Yeah." Ariana nodded.

"You never told me where you guys moved to."

Ariana looked at Zayn who was shaking his head.

"Um..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, you don't want to tell me. It's ok." Mr. Butera frowned.

What he did next, completely cut them off guard.

He head locked Zayn with one of his arms and pulled out a gun from his pocket with his other hand, pointing the gun against Zayn's temple.

Ariana froze at the site of the gun, and her heart began to beat faster.

"You really shouldn't have brought your friend. You made this too easy." An evil smiled curved onto his lips, making him look deranged. "I will never hurt my beloved daughter, but if you don't tell me then you'll be losing your friend here. Call the cops, and he gets it."

***

"She what?!" Joan panicked.

"I'm sorry, this was all my fault. I suggested her to talk to her father." Harry admitted.

"It's okay, we can just go to Boca and get her." Robert said.

Joan sighed. "My ex husband is dangerous."

"How dangerous?" Robert asked.

"He threatened to kill all of my exes. So who knows what he would do if he finds out that I'm married?"

A/N: I know that this story got intense out of nowhere, but I been planning this.