● Chances ●
Blair
I woke up on my bed with a massive headache. I sat up and immediately laid back down due to the pain.
Just as I was about to go back to sleep,
My door bursts open and a singing Dale enters.
"Morning, Sunshine!" He chirps happily.
"Get out." I whined, covering my face with a pillow.
"Blair Avery Willow Safara Miller! Get up this instant!" He shouted, ripping the pillow away from me.
"But it's still early" I groaned.
"It's 4 in the afternoon!" He replied.
"Oh." Was all I said.
I rolled out of bed and kissed Dale's cheek before stumbling into the bathroom.
"So what are we doing today?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Let's just relax today. Movies and ice cream?" I asked, sticking my toothbrush in my mouth.
"Yasssss!" He squealed, hurrying out of my room.
"This boy." I mumbled, shaking my head.
Soon, I was done tidying up and on my way downstairs when my face fell in love with the floor.
And decided that they should kiss.
I tumbled down the stairs and landed face first on the cold floor.
Groaning loudly, I lifted myself up. Infront of me stood an amused Dale.
"Again?" He asked, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Yup." I replied, popping the 'p'.
And my neck.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some ice cream, marshmallows, chocolate and popcorn.
Walking into the living room, I found Dale already setting everything up.
"Which movie?" I asked, getting comfy.
"The Countdown." He replied.
"Let's get this party started!" I yelled excitedly.
It was now Monday and I was in no hurry to go back to school.
My head was still pounding and I walked like a zombie with a broken ankle.
I hugged Dale goodbye as I walked down the hall and into my first class.
But with every passing hour I realized that the Bad Boy wasn't coming to school.
As expected.
The week flew by and there was still no sign of Zayn.
I wonder what he's doing.
Ew, clingy much?
Shut up.
Why not just go to his house and protest "We want Zayn! We want Zayn!"
Ugh, I hate you.
I was currently sitting at a Café trying to get some work done.
It was already Sunday and I was late on most of my assignments.
But instead of doing them, right now I was gazing outside like a lost puppy.
That's when I noticed a familiar bike pulling up across the road.
He got off and stood there, leaning on it.
His hair was covered by a baseball cap and he wore a white Wife-Beater and black sweatpants.
I couldn't see his eyes since they were covered by the dark tint of his shades.
He looked at ease.
He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips before raising a lighter to it,
Then lowering it again.
Staring at the disease straw, he shook his head and put it away.
I was about to go outside and greet him when a car pulled up in front of him.
He looked inside the car and nodded, looking up and down the empty streets.
Then all four car doors swung open, revealing 5 buff men.
The fifth man was being dragged and carried, making my eyes widen.
I watched as Zayn took off his shades and walked into an alley with the men following.
Curiously, I got up and walked outside, walking in the direction of the alley.
I'm not a cat, so it doesn't count.
Leaning against the wall, I peered into the dark and my heart dropped.
Zayn stood infront of a man who was laying on the floor bleeding as Zayn hovered over him.
He had no expression on his face, something I've gotten use to.
"Please Lucifer! Spare me, I'm begging you!" The man pleaded.
Lucifer?
"I have no time for this." Zayn said, shaking his head and standing up. "You know I always get the job done."
That's the last thing he said before one of the guys in the corner threw him a gun.
He turned around, crouching again to meet the man's level.
Pressing the gun to the man's jaw, he looked him dead in the eye before pulling the trigger.
I gasped in shock, immediately drawing the attention of the guys.
Footsteps proceeded out of the alley as I tried to make a run for it.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist, his scent was strong against the cold wind.
"What are you doing here?" Zayn's deep voice growled.
"N-Nothing." I whispered, feeling his grip on my waist tighten slightly.
"Boss, who is that?" Another from spoke.
"Do I pay you to ask questions?" Zayn asked, his chest rumbling as he spoke.
"No, Sir. Sorry, Sir." The man apologized.
"Go. Now." He said.
I was about to walk away when his arms tightened even more, pulling me to him.
"Not you." He sighed.
The men didn't even glance in his direction as they walked over to their car and took off.
"Stalking me?" He asked, his breath fanning my cheek
"No." I replied, looking down.
He turned me around, removing his hands and burying them in his pockets.
"Why are you here?" He questioned, staring at me.
I pointed to the Café across the street, not meeting his eyes.
"How much did you see?" He asked.
"Everything." I whispered, shivering at the thought of what he just did.
"I'm fucked." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"Not quite." I replied, startling him.
"I just killed a man. Hell is shook." He rolled his eyes.
"I never said I wasn't scared." I told him, staring at the sky.
He raised an eyebrow as he turned to face me.
He reached his hand down his waist and my eyes widened as he pulled his gun out.
"Give me a kiss and I won't kill you" He said bluntly, aiming the gun to my head.
"Pull the trigger then" I whispered as my heart pounded heavily.
He placed the barrel in the middle of my forehead and,
He pulled the trigger.