Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

Chapter 1: show me how you really feel

chapter title from Widnowsill by Zayn

So, here is the first Chapter!

Not going to lie, I listened to AM by Arctic Monkeys the entire time I wrote this. It just fits the vibe I guess.

Anygays, enjoy!

I slam the car door shut, speeding through the car park and lighting a cigarette in the process. I let the toxic chemicals sit in my lungs for a moment before breathing it out into the bitter night air. The tobacco seems to calm the raging bull inside my head. Getting off a phone call with my father is never good, and it always ends with me punching the closest thing in reach. Today, it was the dashboard of my car.

I walk through the thin metal doors of the warehouse; being met with the clatter and chaos that I love. I stroll through the old building, letting the strong smell of weed invade my nostrils.

"Zayn!" I hear someone call; I turn around with a questioning look. I would very much prefer to not talk to anyone right now, I might accidentally punch them.

I take another drag of my cigarette, "Yes?" I ask, letting the smoke pool around my head.

"We caught some guy sneaking around in the warehouse, he's in interrogation now," she states with a small smirk on her face. "Thought you might like to help with the questioning."

I chuckle, "You know me too well." she turns around with a laugh and I follow behind her.

When the door swings open, I'm met with a blond-haired lad, his head hanging low and wrists tied to the ceiling. I nod to the group huddled in the corner, no doubt picking their preferred technique. They give me small smiles in return. I walk up to the man, inspecting him. He doesn't look much older than me, a few months at most. He's been stripped of his shirt, his black skinny jeans hanging low on his waist. He's fit, I'll admit. His ab lines displayed across his pale stomach.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He smirks, and I look up to see a lazy grin on his face. He has dried blood trailing down from his nose, I'm guessing he put up a fight when he got caught.

I glare at him, "Did I say you could open your fucking mouth?" I hiss, taking a step closer to him so we're almost touching.

"Sorry, didn't realize I had to ask your permission." He scoffs, sending me daggers.

I laugh, backing away. The tough guy act doesn't suit him, he's got too much of a baby face. "How did you get in here?" I ask, looking him in his eyes, they're a rather nice shade of blue actually. No, nope. I'm not going there. Where the hell did that even come from? Why the fuck am I thinking about his eyes?

"Well, ask your friends, they're the ones who-" I cut him off, punching him across the face. He lets out a groan, letting his head hang down again.

I grab his chin, tilting his head up so I can meet his eyes. "Don't fuck with me."

He gives me another goofy grin, chuckling slightly.

"Get out," I growl, my eyes not leaving the blond boy for a second.

I hear the commotion still around me, "But-"

"Out."

Everyone starts shuffling out of the door, murmuring amongst themselves. "What are you going to do with me?" he teases, the cockiness evident in his eyes.

"I want to know how you got in here." I taunt, turning away from him and gazing at his possessions strewn over the table.

He gives a dry laugh, "What does it matter? Your friends caught me anyway."