My lover's killer- A Zayn Malik Fan-Fic

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Zayn's POV

She looked at me, a look with a mixture of anger and hatred on her face. "I wasent trying to kill YOU I... Oh I dont have to tell you anything!" She yelled. She was beyond pissed, but she still looked sexy. I decided to tease her a bit. "Oh yes I know. I just want to know what to tell the police when they get here..." I said. "Boy, I have a gun, and a switch blade, do you honestly think that im scared of some pretty boy in a varsity jacket?" I laughed. "Well well well, isnt someone mouthy tonight?" I asked. She just glared at me. "You dont know what I am capable of. You should be carefull of what decides to come out of that big ass mouth of yours." She said. "Oh im very sure of what you're capable of."

I saw her go to her back pocket. Her eyes widened, then her head turned sharply to me. "Where is?" She yelled. "Wheres what?" I asked camly. "My pistol, where the fuck is it?" "Oh that old thing? Darling I put it somwhere were you'll never find it!" I replied shaking my head. She looked at me, then at the glove compartment. "Its on there isnt it?" I froze. "Nope." I said popping the p. "Its somewhere you'll never find it." "Alright enough of this bullshit, just take me home." She whined. "Sorry babe no can do." "Why?!" She demanded. "Well for starters its dark out, wouldnt want you walking alone out there, and two, well im involved now. Now I just cant let this little "incedent" go. So ill just take you back to my place." I said. "If you were smart enough you would know kidnapping is a felony!" She screamed. I looked at her with a smirk. "So is holding someone up at gunpoint sweetheart." She sat back with her arms crossed across her face. In one swift motion, she opened the glove compartment and searched through it. "Search all you want love, theres nothing there..." I teased. She took something out and looked at me. "Condoms? Really? Who would fuck you besides desprate prostitutes?" She asked smuggly. "Actually you would be suprised. Hey its not my fault God added to much sexyness when he made me. Sexy overload." I sang. She laughed. I smiled at her. She had a cute laugh. I wanted to hear it again. "Yeah. Im sure thats what it is." We pulled it up in the driveway of my flat. I had an idea. Just as I saw her eyes travel to them, I pulled out the black fuzzy handcuffs and handcuffed her to me. "Hey! What the hell is this for!?"She said suprised. "Now you cant escape me babe." I said with a develish grin on my face. Oh this would be an exciting night...

Molly's POV

"So this is the living area, bathrooms over there. Feel free to use anything in there. Kitchette over here. Bedroom over here. And that concludes our tour. Questions?" He joked. I laughed. "Nah. Thats good because I dont plan on staying." "Whatever you say..." He said flipping through channels on the tv. "So you want to tell me why you showed up to my concert with a gun?" he asked calmly. I took a while to look into his eyes. When I looked at him, I felt as if i were with James again, just with a british accent. "Last year. I had a boyfriend. His name was James. Well we were getting married." "Wow really? Well hes a lucky guy. Go on." he said. "Well he went missing for a week. A week later they- they found his body burried in the woods." I said "Wait... Ughh... Did you-"

"No! I would never!"

"Oh ok, sorry, you know dumb people nowadays. Anyway continue."y He said.

I sighed. "They found him four days before our wedding. Ever since then ive been trying to track down who did it because the cops suck. Some girl named Collette LaTiese... Thats what brought me to your concert tonight. You see, she texted me saying she would be at the most crowded place in town tonight. Well that would be the arena. Thats why, when you came up behind me I thought it was her, because of this text message she sent me." I explained. I showed him the text. "Wow. Thats pretty intense. Im sorry. That must really suck... But its been a year... Wait are you still living at home?" He asked. I shook my head. "Nope. Left last year. I went to this secret facility that teaches you to become an asssisn... Then I found a cabin in the woods, the belonged to her. I found out that the reason she killed James was because of me... Because she hated me. But I dont even know her!" "I am so confused right now..." he said rubbing his eyes. I looked over at the clock on the tv box. "Thats because its two thirty in the morning." I pointed out. "Well my friend Kelsey has been texting me to come back home for a year... They probably think I am dead as well. I didnt tell them where I was going, even that I was leaving." "Well what about your mum and dad?" He asked. I sighed once again. "My dad left when I was one, and my mother is one story I dont want to get into at this time of night." I said. "Well Im tired. You?" I asked. He nodded and yawned. "Yup. Lets go to bed im tired. Um by the way whats your name love?" he asked. "Molly. My names Molly." "Nice to meet you Molly. Im Zayn." "Well thats nice but to me your PrettyBoi" I said. He smiled. Dam he was hot. I had nothing else to wear so I took of my clothes and was left in my bra and boyshorts. When a shirtless Zayn stepped out of the bathroom his eyes travled up and down my body, full of lust, which is what I must have looked like to him. He stepped closer to me, rubbing up and down my hips. Dam his hands felt so good. "Wow... You tease Molly..."He said. When I lied down on the bed, so did he. "Uh uh no. Your on the couch." He smirked sexily. "Whats the problem with sharing?" he whispered. "Because I dont want your fat ass next to mine." I said. "Oh who said it would be next yours and not on top?" "Wow, you are just a horny mess tonight, PrettyBoi!" I exclaimed. He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck, and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, his shirtless body on my back. "You got that right babe." he said. "Oh thats nice..." I said stroking his buldge that was about to burst out of his pants. A small moan escaped his lips. "Couch. Now." I said. "He groaned. "Fine. Good night Molly." he winked. "Nite PrettyBoi." I said.

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It was only three thirty, and Zayn was fast asleep on the couch. He looked cute when he was asleep. I grabbed the keys to his Mercedes... He had money... He could always buy a new car. I went over and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodbye PrettyBoi." I whispered. I silenty opened the door, and crept out. Then I felt myself being picked up, a hand covering my mouth to silent my screaming. "Trying to escape with my car, huh?" Zayn asked laughing. He brought me back to the room, and handcuffed me to the bed. "Really? This is what your doing?" He smirked, as he laid down on top of me and said "A punishment for you, and pleasure for me." he said, sex dripping from his voice. I looked up at him. YGod he was hot. I wanted to kiss him. But I wanted to kill him too. He kissed me full on the lips, but I turned away. He smirked. "Goodnight Molly." he said as he got up to back to the couch. I sighed. What a night this turned out to be.

A/N ok so im working on this story and my other fan fic a lot more, so updates will probably be sooner. Thanks for reading! Much love' xx

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