Dirty Secrets(Zayn Malik)

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Hello. And welcome to my new book.its going to be a lot different form the niall and demi one. This one is a bit higher rating. Anyways this ones about Zayn mostly, but they're not famous in this one although the other boys do come into play here. 

The first chapter gives you a little insight as to what you can expect half of Zayn's character to act like.

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Chapter one

I groan as I see the hints of pink and purple creeping in through the window curtains and realize its about dawn. I roll over and reach for my phone on the night stand to confirm the time.

5:25am

"Fuck." I whisper and spring up to a sitting position. I feel my head pounding from the quick action and the hangover starting to set in.

"Babe?" I hear someone sleepily moan beside me. I look over to see a cute girl with frisky sex hair, but definitely not my type.

She reads my confusion and starts speaking again.

"Don't you remember last night, babe." She speaks slow and seductive while trailing a finger up and down my naked torso.

"Not really," I sigh. "I was probably really drunk and we fucked." I add bluntly.

She's taken back by my bluntness but plays it off as cool. "Yeah.."

"Anyways, it's" I check my phone again."5:30! And I have to leave now."

I scurry and pick up my clothes from the floor and slip them on as fast as I can. I grab my jacket, keys and wallet and rush out the door leaving the chick with a 'bye and thanks for last night'. I maneuver my way through all the drunk bodies attempting carefully not to step on anyone. When I finally step outside I look back and realize I have no idea who's house this is, but I do know how to get back home from here.

I start a light jog ducking in and out of alleys to avoid being seen by any neighbors my parents may know. The cool winter breeze wrapping around my knuckles and begging for me to keep my hands warm. The weak London fog loosely creating a canopy over the horizon where the dim orange , faint purple and pale pink mix all together as one.

I felt my vision focus on a pale brown stucco house and I knew I was headed in the right direction. I pulled out my iPhone quickly pressing the home key to find out the time was 5:52- eight minutes before my mum soon would wake, to start her morning affairs.

I bolted, picking up pace dreading to be a second late. I had an unusual start today and I'm praying that I have time on my side. As I start to make my way across the street I see my neighbors garage door start to ascend. I take into consideration my decisions as I round the corner to conceal myself. Take the risk and dash to my house in luck that I'm unseen, or wait for him to leave, which may effect whether I'm home before six.

I frantically look between my front porch and the quarter foot gape slowly increasing. With out looking back I dash across my front lawn and attack the back gate praying that it won't give me trouble.

I gaze back and see the garage nearly halfway open, and realize the gate is not willing to comply.

'Fuck.' I mutter. And without further hesitation I jump the gate, head first and arms stuck out.

Landing with a thud, I recompose myself and scurry up the back steps. Sliding the back door open, I tip toe inside. I praise my self for remembering to leave the backdoor unlocked for when I go out.

I attempt to slow down my beating hart but am alarmed when a familiar feminine voice rings down from upstairs.

"Zayn? Zayn, hunn is that you?"

I cringe and rattle my brain for excuse as to why I'm up early on a Saturday morning. I glance at the kitchen clock. 6:02. Fuck, stupid gate.

"Yes, mum it's me."I reply timidly.

"What are you doing up so early." She questions.

"I umm..." I stutter and gaze around the kitchen for ideas. "I um .. Got hot?" I manage to spit out using the stove as inspiration. "So I came down for a drink of water and a quick breath of air." I inhale, holding my breath waiting to see how she responds.

"Oh okay." I sigh. " But, it's terribly cold outside, you may be catching a cold. Head back to bed, Zayn."

"Okay, mum." I simply say and rush to my room while slipping my jacket off. I shut my door behind me as I enter my haven. I release the cold leather from my grip and mount my jacket on the back of my desk chair. Running a stiff hand through my hair, I kick off my combat boots and begin to undress. I strip to my boxers and head to my bathroom.

Turning on the the tap, I splash cool water onto my face and stare at my reflection. The bags underneath my droopy eyes and my disheveled sex hair are not an unusual sight.

That was close. Really close

I quickly shut off the tap and and gaze into the lad in front of me. I see many emotions across his face, each revealing different aspects of his inner persona. Guilt, fear, longing but the most prominent aspect I see is trouble.

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