Notorious
Force
*ZAYN POV*
Washing the colourful paint off my hands I glanced over to the clock, 3:37am. I lightly chuckled to myself because I always lose track of time when I'm painting, I get lost in my own little world of creation and when I'm high the images are all so much more vibrant in my mind.
As I scrubbed, my thoughts wandered to Perrie and I felt a pang of guilt. The girl I love was being held hostage, and possibly tortured, and I'm just sat here painting pretty pictures. As much as I wanted to let Kay go save Perrie, the rest of the gang thought it was a terrible idea and would never let her just go, but I knew she would do it easily.
Seeing Kay fight is a privilege when it's one on one, but taking on groups is when she gets really impressive. Last time we stormed a house I watched her take out 15 fully grown men with nothing but an old wooden spear and a pocket knife. That's the beauty of her blackouts, get Kay angry enough and she is a force to be reckoned with.
Drying my hands off on the white fluffy towel, I heard a door slam in the corridor. Kay stormed through the kitchen, grabbing her black leather jacket off the side and walking towards the front door, keys in hand.
"Kay where are you going?" I said rushing towards her, she halted and turned on her heel to face me.
"I'm gonna go get Perrie" she replied casually, like it was so obvious, but I guess with Kay it should of been, she always does what she wants.
"I don't think the others would agree with that" I replied.
"Erm I don't know if you've noticed Zayn, but the others are asleep" she smirked and I returned it smiling back. Kay put out her hand for me to grab and I did, she dragged me out the door and towards her bike. I hopped on behind her and braced myself, she was a good driver but speed was her main element, Kay being the amazing get away driver she is.
Zooming down the streets she swerved through cars and side streets, the city was bright and memorising. Suddenly, Kay turned a harsh corner and I tightened my grip around her waist, making her giggle because she always forgets when there is someone on the back, clinging on for dear life.
Eventually we pulled up at the huge house we had been at hours before.
Washing the colourful paint off my hands I glanced over to the clock, 3:37am. I lightly chuckled to myself because I always lose track of time when I'm painting, I get lost in my own little world of creation and when I'm high the images are all so much more vibrant in my mind.
As I scrubbed, my thoughts wandered to Perrie and I felt a pang of guilt. The girl I love was being held hostage, and possibly tortured, and I'm just sat here painting pretty pictures. As much as I wanted to let Kay go save Perrie, the rest of the gang thought it was a terrible idea and would never let her just go, but I knew she would do it easily.
Seeing Kay fight is a privilege when it's one on one, but taking on groups is when she gets really impressive. Last time we stormed a house I watched her take out 15 fully grown men with nothing but an old wooden spear and a pocket knife. That's the beauty of her blackouts, get Kay angry enough and she is a force to be reckoned with.
Drying my hands off on the white fluffy towel, I heard a door slam in the corridor. Kay stormed through the kitchen, grabbing her black leather jacket off the side and walking towards the front door, keys in hand.
"Kay where are you going?" I said rushing towards her, she halted and turned on her heel to face me.
"I'm gonna go get Perrie" she replied casually, like it was so obvious, but I guess with Kay it should of been, she always does what she wants.
"I don't think the others would agree with that" I replied.
"Erm I don't know if you've noticed Zayn, but the others are asleep" she smirked and I returned it smiling back. Kay put out her hand for me to grab and I did, she dragged me out the door and towards her bike. I hopped on behind her and braced myself, she was a good driver but speed was her main element, Kay being the amazing get away driver she is.
Zooming down the streets she swerved through cars and side streets, the city was bright and memorising. Suddenly, Kay turned a harsh corner and I tightened my grip around her waist, making her giggle because she always forgets when there is someone on the back, clinging on for dear life.
Eventually we pulled up at the huge house we had been at hours before.
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