Good Girl Gone Bad (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 19

*ZAYN'S POV*

98....99....100, I counted in my head as I set the lifting bar back in its place. I panted, sweating dripping down my face and entire body.

Niall, Liam, Louis, and I decided to go to the local gym and lift some weights, considering we haven't done it in awhile.

I grabbed a washcloth out of my bag and dabbed it on my face, wiping all the sweat off my face.

Suddenly, my phone rang and I dug through my bag, finally finding it. I grabbed it and looked at the number calling. I didn't recognize it, but I answered it anyway. "Hello?" I spoke, hesitantly.

"Aye, man! How's it going?" The person ssid cheerfully into the phone. "It's your old pal, Ricky."

Ricky. Ricky Walden. One of my best mates back in Bradford. The one that got me into trouble and caused me to move here to London. He was nothing but trouble. I told him I was done with him. What could he possibly want now?

"Oh, hey." I replied, looking around at the other lads, who were still working out. "What do you want?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

Ricky chuckled, "I got a job for you."

I shook my head, "No. I'm not doing another thing for you, Ricky." I said through gritted teeth as I walked outside to get some privacy.

"Ah, c'mon man! Please! You owe me from saving your sorry ass when you were involved with the cops." He spoke.

I sighed. He did help me, but I still got the blame for it and had to be sent to the juvenile detention center. "Not after what happened, no. I have started over; a new life, new friends." I explained.

I could hear some shuffing on the other end of the phone until he sighed, "Do you want money or not?" He taunted me.

Curiousity was taking over. "How much?"

"$50,000. It's the expensive stuff and it's right in downtown London." (NOTE: I'm American so I don't know European money.)

I pondered for a moment. If I did this one little favor for him, I could get fifty grand. That means, I could shower Grace with expensive gifts and treat her like a princess. If I didn't, I could go on with my life, but be very paranoid, as to what Ricky might do to me if I decline.

After making my decision, I sighed. "Okay, tell me what to do."

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Smoke rolled off my lips as I took a drag of my cigeratte. I was currently in a dark alley between two abandoned buildings in London at 8:30 night. It was a tad bit chilly out.

I kept a lookout for a black Mercedes Benz. That was the costumer that was coming.

Honestly, I have no idea why I decided to this again. It was dangerous and I could get into serious trouble. And Grace...she would be so hurt if I got caught by the law. After this purchase, I would be done...for good.

Seeing the car drive slowly down the alleyway, I waited until it came to a full stop. I looked at my surroundings to make sure no one would see us. The person stepped out of the vehicle, walking closer to me.

"Got it?" A low voice asked.

I nodded and handed him the many drugs he asked for while he reached me the money. He looked through the brown paper bag and nodded in pleasure.

"Pleasure doing business with you." He said as he shook my hand.

I gripped his hand back and shook it, nodding. "You too." I whispered.

The suspicious man got back in his caf and drove off. I let out a big sigh of relief, hoping to never be doing that again. I didn't want to go back to my old ways, but I could feel myself slowly going back there and I didn't like it.

Counting the money in my hand, it was the right amount. I stashed it into the pocket of my jeans and finished my cigeratte, throwing it on the ground and stomping on it once I was finished.

Finally, I was headed out of the alley and walked down the streets of London. The sidewalks were still wet, die to the thunderstorm earlier today. I pulled my leather jacket close to myself as I continued walking down the dimly lit street.

There were a group of police officerd standing outside the coffee shop, drinking their coffees. I started to grow nervous. Just act normal, I told myself. I inhaled deeply and walked passed them, breathing out once I couldn't see them anymore.

My phone beeped, signaling I just recieved a text message. I retrieved it from my jean pocket and unlocked it.

From: Grace xx

Hey, babe. Just thinking about how much I miss you right now. Haven't seen or spoke to you all day today. Hoping you will text back. I love you! <3

I smiled. Grace was my world. I would hate myself if I ever let anything or anyone hurt her. And the business I'm involved in was very dangerous. If you didn't give the costumers the right drugs they asked for, so many bad things could happen. And I could never let Grace know what I was involved in, for her sake. All I wanted to do was keep her safe, protect her.

But, I shouldn't worry because this was my last and final deal. Or at least I hoped.

A/N: Okay, this chapter completely sucked! WOW. I'm sorry for the major let down.

But, what did you think? Will Zayn get in trouble? Will Grace find out?

Tell me what you thought and also tell me what you want to see in this story. I need some ideas.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo.