One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)

Dannon's POV:

"YOU CHEATED!" Louis exclaimed as he threw his game controller at the telly, but not actually hitting it. I'm currently at Harry and Louis's flat, and as you can probably can tell, beating Louis's ass at Fifa.

"How can someone cheat at Fifa?" I shot back. A smirk played on my lips as he tried to come up with answer.

"You... you probably looked up some cheat sheets."

"Now what would be the actually point of that? I would not have any personal gain from that. In fact I would feel worse if I were to cheat-"

Before I could continue my rant Harry came out of the kitchen with a banana in hand cutting into the conversation. "Don't even try with Louis, Danny. He just can't except the fact that he was beat by a girl," he said before taking a bite of his banana, and taking a seat on the sofa inbetween us.

I didn't feel as uncomfortable as I normally would around Harry since the announcement of my pregnancy. To be honest now that he is deciding to keep it in his pants, he is actually a nice, genuine person.

"Are you seriously taking her side? I though we had something special!" Louis pouted.

"We do, and that's why I tell you the truth," Harry said whilst patting Louis head.

Louis dodge under Harry's reach to answer his phone that just started ringing. He got up to leave the sitting room taking his call in another room.

I reached for the other controller in front of me holding it up to Harry asking him, "Do want to play game with me?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you scared you'll get beat by a girl as well?"

"N-, well yea."

"Wow, just wow." I said shaking my head at his insecurity.

Louis came back into the sitting room, and started whispering something to Harry. A few times in their 'private' conversation I heard my name mention, but by then I was watching The Last Mimzy so I didn't really give them any attention.

"Um, Danny," Louis said. I turn my attention towards Louis to see what it was that he wanted. "You're going to have to go to Zayn's for the rest of the night until the morning."

"Wha- WHY?!" My eyebrows furrowed together as anxiety filled my body.

"There isn't anyone else to watch you tonight. Eleanor's coming over with a friend, and as you know Liam and Niall are out of town."

"Why can't I just stay in one of the back rooms?" I ask.

"I'm sorry Danny, but we can't risk it."

"Plus I'll take you down there, and have a talk with Zayn if that would make you feel better," Harry added. I knew that there wasn't anything I could say that would change their minds so I just got all the things I needed for my stay.

Once I had everything packed in a small duffle bag Harry lent me, him and I made the small trip down to the second floor of the complex. Harry rapped his knuckles against the wood surface of the door, and it was soon opened by Zayn.

"Hi, Danny," Zayn said with wicked smile that made my skin crawl. He stepped back allowing us to come in.

"What room will I be staying in?" I asked Zayn wanting to spend as much of the time here away from him as possible.

"Third door on the right," he said pointing to the hall to the left of his sitting room. I followed the directions I was given into a room that obviously had hardly or simply have not at all been used.

I closed and locked the door behind me not wanting any unwanted guess. After I got my pyjamas, toothbrush, and toothpaste out of the bag, I into the bathroom to take a shower.

Once I was finished with my shower, I dressed myself. I brushed my teeth, brush my hair, and style it in a fishtail braid. I finished off my braid, and grabbed my dirty clothes along with toiletries. I opened the door to only stop dead in my tracks.

"Did you not think I wouldn't have the keys to every room in my own home," Zayn said from his position on the bed.

"I-I...," I stuttered. He chuckled, and made his way over to me. My eyes landed on the door. Zayn caught on a second too late. I dropped everything from my hands, and bolted out the room going farther into the large flat, and into a random room that was also a bedroom.

I slammed the door close. I didn't bother with the lock this time knowing he could easily open this as he did the other. I manage to slide under the bed as Zayn walked into the room.

"Come on Danny. I'm not going to hurt you." I could see his pad themselves over to the closet. He left the closet when he realised I wasn't in there.

"Dannon you must know you're putting stress on your body. That can't be good for the baby." My breath hitched in the back of my throat as he walked closer to the bed. I could see him kneel down on side of the bed I was closest too, and lift the duvet.

"Hi again." I let out a squeal as he dragged me from under the bed by my wrist, and pushed me onto the bed. I laid there in utter fear.

"I was going to be easy, but seeing as you want to be a little bitch about things, I will show no mercy." And with that he pulled down my pants and knickers to where they were pooling at my ankles.

He pushed me farther onto the bed placing himself between my legs, and one of his hands holding onto both of my wrist.

"This will be fun," Zayn smirked. He lowered his head meeting my neck with lips. Sucking and biting as his other hand found its way to my clits. Rubbing me up and down before slipping one of his fingers into me.

I shifted due to my lack of comfort as Zayn started pump in and out of me which for some reason made him moan against my skin, that he was practically feasting on.

"I knew you would enjoy," Zayn said forcing another finger inside me. I was absolutely mortified. This bastard actually things I 'enjoy' him raping me. How mental does someone have to be to believe something as morbid as that?

"Come on, Danny. I want to hear scream my name."

I remained silent as Zayn's attempts to make me organism grew desperate. He pumped faster trying to arouse me, but I wouldn't dare give him the pleasure of even faking it.

"DAMMIT DANNON!" Zayn yelled pulling his finger out of making me wince it the burning sensation. "You need to learn how to stop being so difficult."

"And you need to learn ho to stop being such a dick," I shot back surprising him and myself at my words.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

Okay, really need to shut my mouth if I want to live another day.

Zayn's hand went up into the air, and came down hard onto my cheek, already forming a bruise. I could see the tears at rim of my eyelids, threating to escape.

"I guess it's time for your first lesson," Zayn huffed standing up from the bed. He pulled my pants and knickers off completely.

Naturally taking my socks along with them. He took off my shirt, and examined my body with lust filled eyes.

"Get on all fours," he commanded. Hesitantly, I did as I was told. I felt the bed dip down a bit behind me. Zayn held onto my hips as he pressed his crotch against bare bum. I fell his erection though his jeans. It begging to be released.

"You are going to scream my name. Rather you want to or not."

Zayn let go of me to undo his pants, pulling them down as well as his boxers. I screamed out in agony as he thrusted into me. His grip on my hips was tighter then the first time, and even though he remain idle the pain was torturous.

"You know what I want," he said thrusting in deeper before continuously pumping in and out of me.

Sobs shook my body with great force as pain coursed through me, and tears streamed down my face landing on the duvet.

Zayn grabbed braid pulling back to his chest. "Say. It," he seethed.

"Ahhh, Zayn."

"Say it like you mean, because I know you do."

"I-I can't." My voice was weak, I was weak.

He pulled out of me adding to the pain. I collapsed onto the bed letting out strangled cries.

"Fucking worthless," Zayn spat dragging me into the closet by my hair. By now his pants back up and button. "And I don't want you to make a sound. Even you breathe too hard, I will make you wish you weren't born. Understand?" I stayed silent not knowing he wanted me to answer him until he kneeled down with his face came close to mine. "Do. You. Understand." I nodded my head. "Good," he said pushed me further into closet, and closed the door.

I was cold and naked locked in an empty closet. I couldn't see anything due to the lack of lights in the room, and the last thing I remember before crying myself to sleep was the front door slamming shut.

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I was awoken probably no more than two hours later by steady bangs coming from the other side of the wall. I put my ear against the wall to hear what was happening.

Ohhh my God, Zayn you're so big!

I instantly pulled away from the wall turning my nose up at the actions happening in the same building as myself. Try as I may I couldn't find a way to block out the noise, and it definitely didn't help that the moans started to get louder.

After what for felt like forever everything went silent, and was able to go back to sleep, but I was woken back up about thirty minutes later.

I heard light footsteps pad across the carpet floor. Soon they made their way over to the closet. They unlocked and opened the door.

I pressed my back against the wall, and pulled my knees up to my chest expecting it to be Zayn.

"Who are you?" a famine voice asked. I shot my head to see a girl who basically was the definition of a blonde bimbo.

I sat there looking like a deer in the head lights. My scarred eyes locked with her confused ones. This probably looked really weird to her to see a naked teenage girl locked in the closet of twenty year old pop star.

Our staring contest went on until Zayn voice boomed throughout room. "What are you doing in here Ashley?!" he questioned.

"Who is this?" she questioned back turning around to Zayn with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Noisy little bitch," he snarled making his over to not paying any attention to me what so ever. He snatch her away by forearm.

Not long after he took her away, the house was filled with Ashley screaming blue murder.

I clamped my hands over my ears trying block the blood curdling screams, but it did was buffer the noise only by a little bit. Soon all I heard were a few gurgles to nothing.

There was some shuffling around the house before Zayn showed back up basically covered head to toe in blood.

"Put this on, and come with me," he said tossing me one of his t-shirts. I did as I was told, and as I began to stand up my legs turned to Jell-O, but Zayn wasn't having it. He grabbed my forearm the same way did Ashley's, and kept me on my feet as I stumbled to the bathroom at the other end of the hall.

The smell hit me before I even saw anything. There was blood everywhere, and laying in the tub was the body of Ashley. Her blonde hair now stained red.

"There are some cleaning supplies in the cabinet," Zayn started, "and you are to run the water, pour in that stuff into the tub, and let the magic happen," he said indicating the concoction of something that sat on the sink counter. "You will not be coming until this place is spotless." And with that he shut the door, and left.

I got started with the job working as fast, and efficient as I could despite my pain, wanting to get out and have a proper rest as soon as possible.

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