Dangerous. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter four.

WARNING!!!!!!!!! Rated R scene in this chapter. Very graphic, read at your own risk!

I rung up the elder man that stood infront of me after he explained tome that he was shopping for his granddaughter. I hated having to work for gas money, truly hated it. At least Matt worked with me. Right now he's in the back getting an order sent out. I huffed and leaned my body weight against the counter. My hands reached behind me and held onto the yellow counter top for support. I was so tired.

"So have you heard from him?" Matt asked as he locked up his uncle's shop. I shook my head.It'd been three days. Maybe it was for the best. I was the innocent one and it was no secret that Zayn wasn't.

"I mean it's Zayn Malik. I didn't expect anything after the first date." I mumbled. I had been in the process of pulling my long black hair into a ponytail. My phone hung from my mouth but when I was done I continued. "He didn't even come to my door," I didn't tell any of my friends about what happened that night with Zayn. It would have only proven their theories correct.

"Well I saw that one comming," I guess it was to be expected. I mean not one time had Zayn been known to be a gentleman.

"Do you need a ride?" Matt held his keys out in a way as if asking me. I shook my head.

"Nah I'm walking," We hugged and then went our seprate ways.

It had to be close to eleven now. The only lighting I had was the flickering street post that was about thirty feet in front of me. Other than that it was the bar lights that changed colors rapidly. When you walked by it was easy to smell the beer and hear the bar fights. I know I shouldn't have but I turned down the alleyway. I kicked pebbles ocasionally. My thoughts just kept wondering. I had a date with Tristin tomorrow night. Iguess that was good, but this wasn't the first time Tristin tried to win me over. He just was not my type.

"Well hello there," The voice scared me.I jumped forward and walked a little faster. I knew the guy was drunk, whoever he was. I could smell the alochol. I could practically hear his stumbles.

"Come back here!" He snapped and just like that my back cracked against the added pressure of a brick wall. I groaned at the contact but refused for this guy to be happy with himself.

"What are you doing out here alone?" The man had a beer bottle in one hand andmy hair in the other. I stiffened as he brought it to his nose and wiffed. A moan sounded from his mouth. Chills went up my spine now. I was offically scared.

"So little lady what can you do for me?" The man moved my ponytail and kissed my neck. His lips were cold though. They weren't hot like Zayn's were that night.

"Nothing." I snapped back. He didn't like that very much. His hand rose and connected with my face. That was it. I was going to die hear.

"Now you little slut, you'll do what I say!" His hand wrapped around my neck while the beer bottle broke next to my head. Tears fell from my eyes knowing the end for me what near. His bottle swept up my body slowly. My shirt rose with it. I could feel the blood the cut left behind trailing down me. I went to object but his grip on my neck tightened. I just went limp and gave up.

"I would love to see that pretty mouth wrapped around me," His husky voice whispered. I cried more now. I wanted to leave, I wanted to get in the car with Matt. His husky voice was nothing like Zayn's either.

"Now, get ready darlin'" I heard the rest of the bottle crash to the ground now makingme flinch. My tears fell rapily soaking his dirt stained hand. The sound of metal clanking told me he was releasing his belt. The blood from the cut on my stomach burned, I prayed I would die soon.

"Hey!"

Everything happened in a flash. Some yelled and then the man was off of me. I slid down the brick wall falling to the tar ground. My legs came to my chest with pain. The cut was being opened more, but I didn't care.The back of my head was pounding and my hair felt wet with blood from being bashed against the wall. I just cried. I barried my face in my arms that crossed over my knees. It wasn't hard to hear the screams of the drunken guy being beaten by my savior. My cries just got louder, I was no where near calm.

Suddenly I was picked up. Bridal styles and for some reason I let myself unfold for the person. My arms wrapped around their neck and I just continued to cry. They were breathing heavily and I smelled blood. Notsure if it was mine or the guys. When the voice spoke I stiffened.

"It's going to be okay Erin. I won't let anyone touch you, ever." It was the husky voice. But it was Zayn's husky voice. How had he known it was me in the alley?

"Z-Zayn?" I stuttered. Though not sureif it was from the tears or the pain I felt.

'Yes Erin, I'm here," I felt the familar scolding hot lips on my forehead. How had Zayn come to my rescue that easily? Suddenly everything was black.

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My eyes opened slowly and heavy. My head was pounding and the light that wasshining through the window didn't help. Last night flashed through my hurting head only to remind me that Zayn was there. He saved me. How is he so dangerous if he saved me?

"Mornin'," A tall darkened figure entered through the large oak door. Itwould have scared me, but somehow I knew Zayn had brought me back to him house.

"Hey," I rolled over careful of my head. I was obviously in Zayn's bed. Only my side was touched which made me believe that Zayn hadn't slept with me.

"I cleaned you up when we got home, Ihope you don't mind, I changed you." The fear chills came back. He had seen me almost naked. He had seen everything.

"I didn't peek a swear." His laugh was like the one from four nights ago. The fun happy Zayn playing paintball.

"Thanks," It was then I realized I was in sweat pants and a large black v-neck t-shirt. Zayn handed me two white pills and a cup of coffee, which I thanked him for.

"How had you known I was there, in the alley?" The words came without a warning.I wanted to know though. How had he just magically appeared.

"I promised myself that night on the beach, I would protect you," He saton the edge of the bed and looked at me. "Then Jeff showed you just how scary my life can be," I still wasn't scared of him. I was more scared without him.

"So the last couple days I've kept my distance," His voice cracked. "But I still watched you. I had to make sure you were safe." The words did scare me.

It wasn't the dangerous Zayn talking, but it was scary. He had been there, all the time. Watching my every move. Listening to every whisper. He seen everything that had happened the last couple days. He was practically stalking me.

"Zayn," I sat up in bed now. His hand jumped to his lap from the bed. He acted as if I frightened him. I whispered now.

"You don't scare me,"

"But you scare me," He cracked again. "So much."