BradFord BadGirl

Alex Morgan

A/N

First of all ShoutOut to @BradfordGirl_xx who gave me my first comment!!! This chapter is basically just telling is about Alex. just so you guys can get to know her. i PROMISE the next chapter will be waaay better!! Enjoy guys<3

Liam's POV

"Alex?"

"Liam! Liam! I need to talk to you!"

"What's wrong love?"

"It's Zayn."

"What did he do?"

"He didn't do anything. It's what he said."

"What did he say?"

She quickly told me about what Zayn said.

"Wow.. Umm.." I was really speechless.

"What should I do Li?"

"Well... Sometimes people say things they don't really mean when they're drunk. Remember it affects the brain so maybe Zayn was hallucinating or something." I lied.

"That make sense. Thanks Liam. You're the best." She said hugging me before walking out of the room.

I should have told her the truth. But Zayn didn't want me to tell her. The truth was that Zayn was in love with Alex. But I'll let him tell her on his own time.

Alex's POV

Whew. I'm so glad Liam cleared this up for me. I was actually starting to panic. Not that I didn't want Zayn to like me.. But what if our relationship didn't work out. It would ruin our friendship. I didn't want that happening. I went back into Zayn's room and reached for my overnight bag that I always stashed here under his bed. I quickly changed into purple pj shorts that read 'KISS ME' on the back in sparkly letters and a black tank top. I put my hair in a sock bun before going out to the living room and going under the covers with Ann.

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'Wake Up!! Wake Up!! Wake Up!!!!' My phone alarm rang out. I quickly turned off my alarm before it woke up Ann. I jumped out off bed and checked the time 6 o clock perfect. I tip tied into Zayn's room and took out my over night bag and went into the hall bathroom.

I took a long shower before putting my hair up in a messy bun and then getting dressed in black skinny jeans and a pink crock top with black Converse. Wanna know where I was going at 6 in the morning? I can't answer you. It's just a thing I do every Tuesday of every week. I get dressed and just walk. I put in mascara and eyeliner before heading to the kitchen. I get ibuprofen and a glass of water and put it on each of the boys' bedside table and on Annabelle's bed and leave a note that says 'Gone Walking. Be back... Soon.' With that I grab my purse, my phone and my beats and head out.

I walked for about 20 blocks. I find t really care how far it was. It was about 7 o'clock now an the streets were busier than when I had just started walking. I needed to clear my head.

"OMG mom!! You're the best! I love you!" I looked to see a girl around 15 and her mom hugging.

Tears filled my eyes when I remember how thing with me and my mum were when I was that age.

I was the young carefree 'bad girl' who all the girls knew not to mess with because I could beat them to a pulp and who the boys wouldn't dare even look at because they knew Zayn would kill them. He's always been so over protective of me. He was like a big bro. Anyways, I was drinking, getting into fights, smoking marijuana, dealing drugs. Everything illegal basically. I was a wreck, but I didn't care.

One day my older sister Jen planted some of the drugs in my room where she knew my mom would find it. I found it before my mom though and Jen and I had a big argument and Jen told my mom it was either me or her... She liked Jen more so she kicked me out.