Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)

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Joey bared her teeth at Hemp. “Let go of me.” She demanded, barely audible thanks to the crazy loud music. Hemp chuckled. “Baby cakes, your brother and I have a score to settle,” he tugged her towards him. For such a scrawny guy, he sure was packing it. She stumbled into his chest, his rank breath filling her nostrils. “, I figured you would be a brilliant bartering item.” He whispered.

“Let go of me you bastard.” Joey hissed, trying to see past him if maybe Gabe or someone was walking her way. Hemp chuckled, pulling out a switch blade and pressing it into her cheek. Joey stopped trying to get away. They were in a crowd of drunken people dancing wildly, someone just had to knock his arm and she’d be walking around with a scar on her cheek for life.

“Scuse me, sir.” Hemp snapped his head around just in time to receive a punch right to the face, his switch blade flying from Joey’s cheek.

“Mother fucker.” He snarled, releasing Joey just as her mysterious saviour grabbed her other arm, tugging her with him.

“HEY!” Hemp roared, still cupping his bleeding nose. Her hero’s hood slipped off, revealing the boy from yesterday.

“I kno-”

She didn’t get to finish, she merely squealed when she was shoved between four men, clutching her guitar for dear life as both her and the boy stumbled out of the sleazy pub slash club thing. “I’m going to drive you home.” It was too dark to see much more of the boy than his faintly illuminated smile.

She always checked in people’s eyes if they were drunk or high; too many times had she driven with her brother and feared for her life.

“Yes please!” She yelled over the noise from the pub place.

“Come back here you little bitch!” She heard Hemp screech. Zayn dragged her to a fancy car whose name she couldn’t make out thanks to the lack of light.

“Get in!” he yelled, sliding over the hood and throwing his door open. Joey pulled her door open as well, tossing her guitar in the back.

She had barely gotten in when Zayn speed off, whooping loudly. Joey somehow managed not to slam her feet off.

“Jesus guy, would you slow down!” She reached over, almost grabbing his arm. He revved his engine before the speed dropped from 160km/hrs to 80k/hrs. Joey sighed in relief.

“We’re coming up to a residential area, try keep the speed beneath eighty?” She scowled, not meaning to sound ungrateful. The car came to a stop at a robot and Joey sighed, checking in the mirrors if Hemp was following. “Jerk” She mumbled before looking over at the boy. He was hot, no denying. Joey almost choked when she saw how dilated his eyes were.

“Dude! You’re so high!” The boy grinned at her and the lights turned red. He was about to drive when she grabbed his knee. “No! Stop! I can’t drive with you while you’re high!” He laughed carelessly.

“It’ll be fine.” He said, dragging out the ‘I’. “I can think fine, I just feel really happy. I only had marijuana, none of that cocaine shit.” He flapped his hands about like a retard and Joey groaned.

“Fine.” She mumbled.

He started up again, driving while humming off tune. “How the fuck are you part of a band when you can’t even hum properly.” She mumbled.

“What was that?” he asked, not hearing her clearly.

“Never mind. HEY! KEEP STRAIGHT FUCKTARD!” She yelped when he swerved slightly. He giggled, turning the wheel. They were traveling at a speedy 40k/hrs.

“Jesus. I’d almost rather get stabbed by that pothead than drive with you.” She mumbled, sinking into the chair, squeezing her eyes shut. She wasn't normally this rude, but she was pissed off with her brother and she needed to vent. Anyway, he was so high all he could probably hear was the echo of what she was saying.

“Is this it?” He stopped in front of a tree on the side of the road and Joey squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip to refrain from calling him a whole lot of rude things. She sighed.

“Yeah, this is it.” She un-did her seat belt, and got out the car.

“I’m gonna walk you to the door.” Zayn said, grinning.

“No need retard. I’m a fucking squirrel, don’t you know I just fly into my house.” She snapped sarcastically. His mouth dropped open and he gasped.

“That’s amazing.” He mumbled sloppily.

Joey raised an eyebrow. She had no idea what he was on, but he was trippy off of his balls. He stumbled towards her as she pulled out her phone, dialling the cab number she knew off by heart. Just as she was about to press it to her ear, he leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.

She leapt away from him, ending the call. “WHAT THE HELL?” She screeched, wiping her mouth frantically. “Gross!” She wrinkled her nose and the boy smiled.

“My name is Zayn-Is-Too-Sexy Bradford Bad Boi Malik and I think you’re pretty.” He giggled again and Joey raised an eyebrow. He got into his car and drove off.

She stood for a second, contemplating calling the police for his own safety, before he kissed another girl and gave her herpes, but decided on simply getting a cab and going the fuck home. When she was done dialling them up, telling them where she was by looking for the street sign, she settled beneath the tree. For a minute she was bored, and then she began to panic. “Shit.”

She’d forgotten her £950 limited edition guitar in Zayn-Is-Too-Sexy Bradford Bad Boi Malik’s backseat.