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WHO DAT?

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

Man she ask so many questions. I can't even answer them all at this point because i can't keep up with her. How does she even talk that fast without ever taking a breath inbetween. The last question I hear after a short second of bliss silence. " Your house, Why am i going to your house?" I sat there quitely for a while and didn't speek to let her know that she will get that answer when we get to my house. I felt kind of bad for slapping her but she was irritating me and i just had to suit her up. It really wasn't my plan to take her It wasn't my idea. It was Zayn's he's the leader. He has What you call kidnap sickness. Which means that he sees a hot girl that he wants to make his gangs sex slave then asked one of us to kidnap them. Yeah he has issues.

Anywho, I had to take her because Zayn would kill me. Now I didn't have to slap her but it was my instinks kickin' in. All of asuden i decided to talk. "How's you brother, Um....Anthony, right?"

"Yeah he's fine." She say as she looks at me for the first time after I slapped her. I don't feel bad anymore for hitting her. She deseved it. She need to shut up.

We finally reach the house and i get out. I jog over to the other side of the car to let Poetry out. She gets out and stomps up to the door, impatiant to get in so i can tell her why i did Kidnapped her. I'm not telling her right away. That is Zayn's job. He's the leader. I walk slowly up to the door and Poery wigggles her legs in impatients. I get the key out and let her in. As soon as she gets in she starts to yell as fwerll her arms around.
"Now, why the fuck am i here?.... i'm waiting you told me you would tell me when we got to your house now why am i Here? I mean you have no right to do this to me....." I zone out because i was so tired of hearing her voice. Man she has some pipes. Zayn comes walking out of a room.
"Calm down Love. You will get your answere sooner than you think." he said as he walks over to her and grads her arm. She pulls away and did something she will regret. She slapped him and pused him.
"Who the fuck do you think you are to grab me like that. Get you grummy hands off of me! Don't you dare touch me like that again!" She yells as zayn is on the ground. Zayn's eye get as dark as a night sky with out stars and no track light. He jumps up and pins her to the wall.
"You know i was going to go easy on you but i see that you don't want that. No i'm going to have to teach you a lesson, I see. The are going too be rules here. one, You will not talk to me that way you will do what you are told you will not scream and protest you will say "Whatever you say" and then you will do what we tell you. Two, no attitudes ok. I can't deal with attitueds that well. Ok. Do you understand me." Poetery stays quitet. Zayn shakes her as she Sceames "Do you understand?!?1!? Answere me"
"yes" Poetry says with a shaky voice, as tears flowed down her face. " Wait harry? Can't you tell him what to do arin't you the leader or somthing?" poetry asked

"no i'm not Zayn is and always was. Just because i stuck up for your brother doesn't mean that i'm the leader" I say as i walk up stares and go to my room.

Poetry's POV:
The fuck, since when was zayn the leader? I can't believe this. Man i want to run but i know if i do then i will get hurt.
"Now for you lesson" Zayn began as his hand when up and down my body in soft, smooth rubs. " I think i know how to handle you" He said as he leand down and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and up the stairs to some room all the way down the hall. I can't believe my life right now. I can't believe my life right now.