Good Girl Gone Bad (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 26

*GRACE'S POV*

I honestly didn't know where to start or what to say. Zayn and I obviously have problems in our relationship that we need to fix. Every relationship has problems, but they eventually work it out and move on.

We were currently at the Waffle House, sitting across from each other, staring at each other, waiting for on of us to speak up.

"Tell me about your past." I blurted out. We never really talked about his past. Actually, we never talked about his past. I still didn't know why he moved here to London.

Zayn looked a little taken back. He looked down, playing with the paper straw wrapper. I could tell he was trying to think of what to say. "You can trust me." I assured him.

"Can I?" He asked, looking up to meet my eyes. I nodded. He sighed, relaxing a bit in his seat as he leaned back against the chair. "It all started in year nine. I met Ricky and we became friends instantly. Ricky was the kind of person you would walk in the oppisite direction if you saw him. He was dangerous. Still is, actually." He stated, "The more I hung out with him, the more I acted like him. Before him, I wouldn't get into fights or do drugs. But all that changed and that's what I started doing. I would get into as many fights as I could, which resulted in me getting kicked out of school."

He paused then went on, "You could say I was a toy for Ricky to play with. If he had a problem with someone, I was always the one who fought his battles. Ricky had a history of fights and if he got into anymore trouble, he would get sent off so that's where I would come in. Then, he talked me into drug dealing..." He said the last part quietly because he didn't want anyone to hear us. "He would always threaten me if I didn't agree so I didn't have chose. Well, that led me into taking drugs, mainly weed and cocaine. I knew I was going down the wrong path, but drugs mess you up so bad that you really didn't care about anyone but yourself. That's also when I started using girls for sex. Once I got it, I was finished with them." I could see him cringe at the thought, he eyes full of regret when he looked up from the table.

"Then in year eleven, it only got worse. I was partying almost every night, I was barely ever sober. If I wasn't drinking, I would be on some sort of drug Ricky would give to me." He was so into telling me about his past, "One night at a party, we were hanging around the wrong crowd. We were all doped up and saying the stupidest shit to each other just to piss them off. That led into a shooting." He stared intently at his glass of water the waitress gave him, "I didn't know what to do so I pulled out my gun and started shooting. I killed two people...." He trailed off, his mouth making a thin line and his eyes were filled with sadness.

My jaw dropped. I was in love criminal. I stayed quiet as he continied, "I was arrested but instead of serving jail time, I got put in juvy and on probation, since I was such a young age. I still regret it to this day." He shook his head, "Once I was out, I knew I had to get away. So that's when I called Harry up and asked if I could stay with him in London. And that's how I ended up here." He finished, sighing in relief. "I'm so glad I got that off my chest."

My breathing became slow and heavy. Not because I was scared, because of how horrible Zayn's past was. Now I understood why he never told me about his past. He wanted to forget what happened and move on with his life. A part of me was proud that he told me, another part was scared, wishing I never knew how dangerous he was.

"You know, you're the first girl I ever had a serious relationship with." He told me, interrupting my train of thought.

I smiled, "Really?" That really made me happy to know he has changed and takes things seriously now.

He nodded, "Yeah." He admitted, "I just don't think I could ever forgive you for what you did." He said truthfully, putting his elbows on the table.