Bonnie and Clyde

Chapter 8

"The hell you need my boyfriend for?"

"I have to get out of New York."

She rolled her eyes.

"I know."

"No I need out now, Zayn does too. W-We're in trouble."

She looked confused and worried.

"What kind of trouble?"

"Zayn dragged me into some crap he's in now I'm wanted."

She walked over to her fridge and grabbed a bottle of Vodka. She reached up and got two glasses and poured the clear liquid in the glasses.

"Here."

"But it's to early."

"I don't care, take it."

I watched her sip on the drink.  

"So what do you need with my boyfriend?"

"We need to rob a bank."

She choked alittle. She looked at me wide eyed and surprised.

"Let me guess you told her."

I turned to see Zayn and Harry standing behind me. I nodded slowly. Harry's eyes went to Choochi.

"I have to help them."

"You're kidding right."

He shook his head, letting his curls bounce.

"I know Zayn, he's flawless when it comes to these things."

"Wait you too know eachother?" Me and Choochi said in sync

They nodded and explained everything.

"I can help them."

"Ok. Please don't let her get hurt."

Harry nodded and smiled. I looked to Zayn who seemed to be deep in concentration. I sighed. The thought of all the trouble we would get in scared me.

"When is this going to happen?'' Harry asked

"I think this weekend."

The boys nodded.

***

"So you know Harry."

Zayn nodded slowly. He looked sad about seeing Harry again.

"So you didn't kill anyone, have you."

"No. I thought I did."

After that the reast of the car ride was silent. When we got home I turned on the news. I gasped, there was my picture.

"Have you seen Cat Mayland?"

"Zayn!" I screamed

"What!"

"L-Look?" I said pointing to the T.V

"Damnit"

I ran to the phone, I need to call someone and let them know I'm ok. Zayn pushed me before I could make it.

"No!"

I crawled on the flood trying to past him. I reached for the phone and but he grabbed my ankles, effortlessly pulling me back to him. He flipped me over on my back and pinned me my arms up. With all I had I kicked his chest, a grunt was released from his lips. I stood up and ran to the phone, I grabbed it, but soon it was slapped out of my hand. It fell and slid. Zayn grabbed on of my wrists and pulled me to him.

"No!" his voice was stern and deep.

My hand came in contact with his face, hooking his nose funny. He licked his lip, tasting the blood the trickled from his nose. The world seemed to stop, everything was quite. Zayns hand hit my cheek. I gasped, I took hold on his shoulder as my knee jutted into his groin. I ran for the kitchen to grab a knife, but paused. I heard something, the cocking of a gun. My then fingers rapped around the handle of the knife slowly as I turned to face Zayn. He stood there both hands on the gun with two fingers on the trigger. We stood there out of breath, the room was silent despite the sound of our heavy breathing.

"Don't call anyone."

"I fucking have to!" I said throwing the knife

Luckly he ducked. He charged at me, I ran. He tripped me and I fell. He flipped me over and sat on top of my waist pinning me down again, with the gun pointing at my head. I slapped the gun out of his hand.

"Shit" he cursed.

I wiggled under him. He pinned my arms back again.

'Calm down."

"Fuck you!"

I spit in his face. He let go to wipe his face, giving me the chance to hook him in his chin. He rolled of me. I ran to the gun and pointed it at him. He stood up and kicked it out of my hand, He looked at eachother and then at the gun. I dove for it, Zayn was right behind me holding my ankles as he climbed over me. I flipped him over and swiped it across the floor giving me more time to get it.

"Fuck!"

I got up and ran to it, kicking the money and causing it to fly everywhere. I was knocked to the floor but I quickly got up.

"You punched me." I said looking at my hand after touching my lip.

I slapped him again, then I was tackled to the ground. I managed to get one leg up and kicked his face. I crawled out from under him. His large hands hooking onto my sweats and yanking them down accidently. I wiggled out of the pants and grabbed the gun. I pointed it at him again. He froze and I froze, we just stared at each other. I dropped the gun and ran to him, he ran and met me half way. I jumped into his arms as his lips crashed onto mine. Our kiss was desperate. It was then I realized that I had fallen for him.