Bradford Bad Boy (a Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I was walking home from the retro retail store I worked at, listening to my own bass mix I created. Doc Martens hitting the ground at each heavy beat, on my way home to get ready for a music festival I was hanging out for all year. Although I am only 17 when it says strictly 18 and over, I have some good connections with the bouncers who will let me in.

I arrived at my flat in the city, unlocked the door, turned the lights on and headed straight for my bedroom. I peeled my clothes off, desperately finding something to wear.

Stilettos? No, the heel will get stuck in the grass. Creepers? Nah, I need something a little steadier. I think I will go with my yellow docs. I chucked them on my bed, joining my black high-waisted latex 'wet look' leggings and a black baggy short-crop tshirt, with a floral scull on the front and horizontal tears across the back, revealing sections of my black bra.

Fairly satisfied with the look once I put it on, I re-applied my makeup. Foundation, bronzer contouring my cheekbones, eye liner across the bottom lash line, jet-black mascara to wing my long eyelashes and to complete the grunge look crimson red matte lipstick. Not able to tame my unruly long red hair, I settled with re-parting my hair down the middle and ruffling it.

After putting my lipstick, keys and iPhone into my bag I went to catch the train to the festival. The music festival started at 8pm. I checked the time, cursing under my breath realising the time was 7:50pm. It took half an hour to reach the venue. Being late wouldn't hurt, right?

I arrived on time surprisingly, and headed over to the guard I knew. He was a friend of my dad's so he let me in. I subtly pushed myself through the crowd, I had to get near the front because I was short. I bumped into some people saying sorry as I passed, lucky tonight the crowd was fairly tame.

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The festival was fun, some of my favourite DJ's were there. As I got off the train and was walking home, I kept having a really weird feeling that someone was watching me or following me. I knew it was just my subconscious getting to me, but I was rushing just incase.  I arrived safely, and as I got inside I wanted to call my friend to tell her about the night. I grabbed my phone out, and I unexpectedly realised I had an unopened text, so I opened it.

From: [Unknown] Be careful when you walk home, there can be some real creeps out there. Oh and nice outfit love. ;) -Zayn

I was confused, who was Zayn? I looked down at what I was wearing, and I blushed considering I was only wearing a big tshirt. It didn't show the number, so I couldn't try to identify it. I didn't have a friend whose name started with Z either. Was it really my subconsious or was someone really following me? I shivered at the idea. Deciding to text back, I wrote;

To: [Unknown] Who is this? And how the hell did you get my number?!

Almost right away the mystery person texted back, as if he was expecting me to text him.

From: [Unknown] I saw you at the music festival tonight. You didn't see me. When you weren't noticing I slipped your phone from your bag, texted myself so I got your number and slipped it back in. I like you. -Zayn

I was suddenly very afraid. To who this freak may be, to why he 'likes' me, to how he got my phone without me seeing, but most of all to how the hell he knows what I am wearing. I ran to my bed, closed the curtains and jumped into my bed wishing it was all a dream.

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After work my friend picked me up, took me home to get ready exclaiming we were going clubbing. I slid on a tight black dress, hot pink stilettos, some gold jewellery and put my hair in a high ponytail letting it fall to the middle of my back.

I redid my makeup, grabbed a purse that held my sisters old ID, my keys, my phone and some lipgloss and we were on our way.

We arrived at the fancy club in the heart of the city. The bouncer let us in. We were dancing inside, it was so packed you could feel people breathe on you. Alison yelled in my ear that she was going to get us some drinks. She was 18, her birthday being early in the year.

As I was dancing and looking around by myself, I noticed someone in particular. I couldn't quite make out who it was, but there was something about him that I recognised. His dark hair swept up in a flick at the front, a blonde streak adorning through the middle. He was looking right at me. His piercing gaze cut through me like a blade, his eyes glistening from the dance lights. From what I could see he was wearing a leather jacket, the sleeves tugged up to his elbows revealing tattoos on his muscular veiny forearms. The zip was open, a white tshirt underneath. He had black jeans that nicely clung to his legs, and brown combat boots placed on his feet.

Alison snapped me out of my thoughts, feeling like I was held captive towards his gaze forever. Something about him was beautiful, yet very intimidating. Alison forgot the cocktail straws, so she hurriedly went over to the bar to get them. I laughed at Alison's forgetfulness, she was so blonde sometimes.

Turning around my hand hit something hard. I mumbled sorry, but then I looked up seeing an intimidating foreign beauty standing in front of me. I was lost for words.

"Hi" he said in a husky voice. Me being an idiot, I couldn't get anything past my throat. Before I could anyway.

He unexpectedly pressed his full lips to mine, one hand holding the back of my head and the other cupping my chin. The kiss - well I would call it more of an unexpected make out with a beautiful stranger - was long, hard and amazing to say the least. What was I thinking, I didn't even know this man and we were macking on already? Can't say I was complaining.

As we parted for air, his lips moved down to my jaw, leaving a trail of kisses. Then he got to my neck. Oh, my neck. His hand pulled my back towards him, our bodies pressing together. The other hand was still placed at the back of my head holding me in place. He kissed my neck, sucked on the skin, and moved to a higher point where my jaw met my neck.

Oh my god. It was overwhelming, I never experienced someone kissing my neck before. He released me, and my eyes fluttered open - I didn't even realise they were closed. I just stared at him thinking 'what the hell was that?!' I was confused, overwhelmed, and a little pissed off considering he didn't even have the decency to get to know me first.

My thoughts got the better of me, and before my brain got to catch up I unintentionally said "What was that?! Ugh, you're such a sleeze."

He looked down at me, and now that I could see him up close. Wow. He was very tall, not to mention extremely built (you could see it through his white top thank the Lord). He had hazel eyes, framed by a long set of black eyelashes. His lips were a neutral pink colour, soft and full.  He leant down and whispered in my ear (which instantly gave me chills).

"Innocent, not easily persuaded. I like it. By the way, nice outfit love."

He winked at me and flashed me a cheeky smile showing his straight, white teeth, and before I knew it he was gone.

It wasn't until he was out of my sight that I processed what he said.  "Nice outfit love." At that moment I suddenly felt faint, coming to a realisation.

Ohmygod.

Zayn.

A/N:

 

OHEMGEE GUYS I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE WHOLE FANFIC, AND I JUST FINISHED WRITING CHAPTER TWO WHICH WAS LONG, AND I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED 

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FML luckily I had this chapter saved. Now I have to re-write the whole next chapter. :( :( :( :( Don't forget to fan, comment and vote! Love you all <3

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