Zayn
My head is throbbing and my body hurts like a bitch. My neck is stiff and sore dull ache resonates from my abdomen. Fuck. I slowly open my eyes and a tiled ceiling comes into view. It is of faded white color and small yellow light lights the room. The first thing I register is this is not my bathroom. The next thing is where the fuck am I? I think I am in a hotel but I don’t think so. I try to move my neck but it hurts like hell so I groan and stay in the position I am. I am laying in a bathtub with a pillow propped to keep my head.

What happened last night? I attempt to get up but an internal shock of pain makes my hangover flee for a good few seconds. It is then I look down and see I am shirtless and a good portion near my pelvic bone is bandaged. Shit. It all comes back in waves after waves. Fucking hell. The bar. The deal gone wrong. The fight. Fuck! I scramble on my feet trying to block out the pain but it is hard. I look myself in the mirror to see multiple bruises on my body. Honestly I am not concerned about the bruises but more about what reaction will Raven have once she sees me like this.

Motherfucking hell! But where the actual fuck am I right now? How did I end up here? And where the fuck is my shirt? I hear a faint voice behind the closed door of the bathroom and my primal instinct is to reach for my gun but it is not there in the back of my jeans. Fucking shit. I search for it and see it in a corner partially hidden by some girl’s clothing. Where the fuck did I end up crashing last night? I pick up the gun and the sting of the cut burns inside, making me quietly groan. I close my eyes and man up. I’ve had worse injuries than this. There was no fucking need to cry over these petty cuts and bruises.

The door opens and I pull my gun in front in one swipe. The person who enters spill a glass of some concoction on themselves because of my unexpected reaction. “What the actual fuck?” the girl says. I notice it is Raven’s friend – Valentine. “What are you doing here?” I ask her pointing the gun, my eyebrows furrowed into confusion. I swear this girl has a knick to be in the wrong place in the wrong situation. She just looks at me with hard eyes and lips formed into thin line. “Answer me!” I roar.

“First – you are asking me what I am doing in my bathroom which is in my room which coincidentally is in my house?” she says taking a step towards me. “And second – keep your fucking voice down! My parents are downstairs and I do not want to explain them why is there an injured murderer in my bathroom early in the morning” she pokes her finger at my chest and I grab her finger to roughly pull her towards me. She tries to wiggle away but I push the barrel of the gun under her chin. “Do not run your mouth darling. I won’t hesitate to blow this pretty face up” I threaten her pushing the barrel just a bit harder. I see her visibly swallow and her eyes widen in horror. I smirk.

She finally pushes herself away from me and place the now empty glass on the counter. “If you’re awake and functioning I suggest you go on your own way now” she crosses her arm against her chest. I look at her from head to toe. She is in a plain cotton tee-shirt and a knee length cotton pants accompanied by fluffy shoes. She looks cute, not trying to show off her body or curves but just being comfortable. I casually lean against the washbasin. Honestly I have to get going. I am sure there are a lot of missed calls and texts that I’ll have to answer and also talk to Hector about the matter that happened last night but to see her irked… its satisfying on a different level.

“Why? I have nowhere to go” I shrug casually. She just fumes. She pushes me aside and washes her face of the remnant of whatever it was in that drink. After having satisfyingly washed it off she turned to face me. “I don’t care. I have to leave in an exact hour and I need you out of my room before that” “And what if I don’t want to go?” I ask and take a step towards her, making the already gap between us smaller. “Zayn step away from me. Last night I didn’t do anything because you were drunk. This time I won’t hesitate” she warns and I furrow my eyebrows. What? “What are you talking about?” I ask and her eyes widen in anger and then confusion. “You don’t remember do you?” she snorts and rolls her eyes. “Of course you don’t” she mumbles before turning away and walking out. I am still trying to finger out what she meant. Honestly I don’t even know what I am doing here or how the fuck I came here in the first place. Not to forget the big fucking WHY. I rub my head because of the dull throb that feels like a hammer thumping on my head in a constant continuous motion.

“Here you go, your shirt. I couldn’t find a sewing kit so I couldn’t stich it up but I washed it” she hands me my shirt. I find the fact that she can sew, surprising. I wear it in silence and notice that she stares at the bruises in my body with a scrunched expression. Usually that is how everyone looks at them and I am by now used to it but her eyes tell me there is a different reason as well. It is unsettling. I button up as quickly as I can. I notice that the empty glass has a piece of lemon in it. “You drink that thing every day?” I ask her trying to say something, anything. I don’t exactly like the way she looks at me. It’s not always hate or fear but a mix of those with pity and sympathy that gets under my skin.

“God no! It is a ginger and lemon shot. I brought it for you… I thought you’d need this for the hangover but obviously you’re used to this” she says that with a hint of sourness. She doesn’t say anything else but goes out of the bathroom. I follow her. I look around her room. It is big. Almost like a small apartment. It is neat as well with occasional book or a top littering the room. I am not wearing my shoes so I look for them as well. She hands it to me silently. I don’t know what made her angry? Honestly I don’t care because god knows half the women I’ve met end up angry with me but why is it her that makes me think and contemplate? I try not to think about it. “So where do you have to go now?” I ask her as I see her taking out a pair of skirt and polo shirt from her closet.

“Why so you can follow me there as well to harass me?” she faces me, her eyes fuming. I am so fucking confused right now. “First of all I am not even remotely interested in you. I’m more into brunettes, not blondes” I shrug trying to absolute the matter but she only gets angrier. “And secondly, if I remember correctly you bumped into me, then poked you’re nose where it didn’t belong. I had nothing to do with those” I shrug. “You listen to me, I don’t care who you are and what you do. You can’t just come up my window and enter my room late at night all bloody, then get drunk and try and force yourself on me and then pass out. And you keep insulting me and threatening me! If you wanna kill me? Then just fucking do it already! What are you waiting for? The Queen? I will not have you make me dance at your command for your amusement” she pokes a finger at me. I feel the muscle in my jaw twitch but I refrain from doing what is going on in my head.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand. What the fuck is this crazy bitch talking about? I forced myself on her? What in the fucking hell? “Just go. Climb down the window and go your way” she dismisses me but I hold her by her elbow and pull her to me. “What. The. Fuck. Are. You taking bout? I won’t ask again” I threaten in a slow, deliberate voice and she rolls her eyes at me. It makes me only more agitated than I already am. “You kissed me last night and then insulted me. You may go around sleeping with whores but there is no fuckign way you can take advantage of me just by threatening to end my life” she raises her voice and I only broaden my shoulder and crouch my neck to tower over her. She does not get to speak to me in this tone whatsoever.

“Keep your voice down” I hiss and she huffs. “I am going to scream if you don’t gather your belongings and leave within a minute” she threatens equally. This is a tick about her. This girl can go from quiet and shy to a feisty rebel in a second. I don’t know if I like it or not. “You go ahead and do that. I am sure you’d like the scene of me shooting your parents in their heads in front of you” I smirk at her and take the shoes and slip them on leisurely all the while she just stands there boiling in her anger quietly with her arms folded. Even though I play it casual I feel very uneasy to just the idea of forcing myself on her.

I have never done that to anyone. I don't fuck a girl without her consent which usually is a given but fuck! What the fuck went wrong last night? I want to ask her that but I know she is waiting for that. If I ask her that she'll go on a fucking speech about it and frankly with the status of my head, I can't bear to hear that. But the question remains in head - how the fuck did I end up here after the fight? What happened between her and I? Why did she let me stay? Fück! My head hurts just thinking about it.

"How did I end up hear?" I ask her even though I know she will sass me. "How the fuck am I supposed to know? You popped up in my house, late at night. You sneaked into my room through the window and I thought you were a burglar. But anyways why the fuck am I saying all this to you? Just go" she waves her hand in a dismissive manner. "Language" I hiss. God! This girl has one dirty mouth. I look at her lips and an image of me kissing her, against a wall comes into my mind but I instantly dismiss it. What the fuck? "And you are telling me this because I don't fucking remember shit about last night's events" I hiss and she opens her mouth to retort, her hands on her hips, her grey eyes steel, ready for a fight.

But a voice interrupts. "Val, we're leaving in twenty minutes" a female voice echoes from downstairs. That must be her mother. "Okay, seriously Zayn you've got to leave and fast. My dad will be out soon to check the car and stuff. He can't see you. I'm still grounded for last week's disappearance. I fuck up this time… " she starts pushing me towards the window. If I want I can just walk down the stairs and stun her parents as I casually walk out of the house. Heaven knows I've done that before. But instead I follow her to the window sill and then look down. It's not that from ground and if it was any other day i would have taken a minute or so reach the ground but I am sure the injury is gonna be a hindrance.

Nonetheless I grab a hold of the pipe and brace my footing. Slowly but steadily I climb down, ignoring the sharp pain that sparked every time I stretched my left hand. I could hear her mutter to herself about how I should move faster. Once I was on the ground I tried to look for my car. I found it parked a few house before hers. I got in and drove, finally starting to check my cell for class and texts.

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"Look who decided to show up" Louis smirked when I enter the room. I can't bear him right now. "I wanna interrupt before you start. I am in no fucking shape to listen to your Bullshit so you should know if you continue there is a pretty good chance that I'll shoot you in your leg" I say and take a seat. I went to Lain to get the wound stitched up so I was sore. I just wanna sleep the day off but I know that ain’t happening. Last night deal was an important ordeal and since that went wrong there will be checks on alliances and I’ll have to make sure there isn’t any rat in our group because no one was supposed to know about it. Only a few people knew about this but fuck did it totally fuck up last night?

“Raven’s crazy. You better go talk to her. Actually on other thoughts I think it’ll be best if you soak in hot water for a while before that. You look like shit” he commented as usual. “Thanks” I reply sarcastically. I have no fucking idea what I’ll tell Raven. She is always worried about me and I understand that but what she refuses to understand is that there is no way out of this life. For people like me to die is just a word. I know the more I delay it, the more she’ll worry and the more I’ll have to hear her rant about how careless I am with my life. So I don’t engage in the usual nonsense of Louis and head upstairs to her room and knock.

“Come in” She says in a groggy voice. I know she has not slept a bit last night. “Hey, it’s me” I say as I enter her room. When she sees me, her eyes light up for a moment and soon hardens. “Where were you last night?” she demands as she gets up and stands in front of me. “There was a fight” I say. “Do you even care about me? How hard is it to just give me a call? Even I ask you to take me with you, you deny. Do you know anxious I was? Do you know how worried sick I was all night? Wondering when you’d show up… if you’ll show up. Every time you step out of this house I wonder that. Do you even realize the hell you put me through Zayn? Do you ever just think about me? About what it does to me to look at you like this, all bloodied, bruised and beaten? DO you think I like it?” fat tears fall from her eyes and it breaks my heart.
“Raven, everything I do is for you. I am doing these so that you don’t have to do this, so that you are not stuck in this life. I have better things planned for you. I want you to graduate high school and go to a good college, get a good job, lead a good life. I know I am reckless but I am not worth shit. You on the other hand are far too precious. If anything were to ever happen to you, I’d not be able to live with myself” I say wiping her tears away. “Don’t you think I feel the same way? Don’t think I don’t wanna lose you? What happened last night? Where were you?” She asks again. I don’t how I’ll tell her that I went to Valentine’s house when I myself don’t know.

“I got wounded. Went to… Lain… to get stitched up” I stutter not knowing how to exactly say her the truth. I don’t think I want to tell her the truth. “Really?” she asks narrowing her eyes. I nod. “I called him last night. He said you weren’t there. Where were you?” she asks her voice hardening. I feel a crippling wave of annoyance climbing over me. “Raven. What have I told you about calling Lain?” I switch tracks. She looks at me startled and then recovers. “I was worried otherwise I wouldn’t have and secondly you have no say in what I do or who I call!” “I very well fucking do!” I scream and she folds her arms. “Don’t change the subject” she says coolly. I hate that she is smart enough to understand me. “Look I am aching all over and I need to take a good shower. I’ll talk to you after that” I don’t wait for her reply and head out of her room.

I am about to enter my room when another voice interrupts me. “Where have you been all night? I was lonely” I close my eyes, feeling the annoyance growing more and more. I turn and look at her. “Lilah, I don’t wanna fuck you right now” I say directly. She fakes a pout standing on the threshold of her room wearing a black lace night gown with one of its straps off her shoulder, revealing just the top of her nipple. Somehow her dark curls and green eyes fail to turn me on right now. She has never been more than a good fuck but now I am not even interested. I imagine her dark hairs turning blonde and her green eyes shift to grey. Her mocha skin changing to light shade of caramel, her face having freckles across the bridge of her nose… Fuck. I stop abruptly.

What the actual fuck? What is wrong with me? I look at the girl standing in front of me again. “On other thoughts…” I say and push her into her room and follow her.


A/N: NEW CHARACTER! HOW MANY OF YOU HATE LILAH ALREADY? OR DO YOU LIKE HER? AND WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN NEXT?

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