Bradford Bad Boy

Chapter Six

Sky's POV

I forced myself to get up in the morning and when I checked my phone, I had some messages from Harry. I can't believe that he was there last night. That he was there either to hurt me or kidnap me. Either way, I know now that I can't trust him.

I dressed in some sweatpants and another sweatshirt. I threw on my Supras and I threw my hair into a a tight bun. I made my way out the door and I found Zayn in the same spot as yesterday. He had my backpack and he had an apologetic look on his face.

  "Hey, Sky."

I took my backpack and kept walking. I ignored Zayn until I reached a stop light. He was on his motorcycle, and he parked it on the side of the street and walked over to me. I pushed him away, but he grabbed my wrist.

  "What do you want, Zayn?" I hissed.

  "I want to talk to you, okay?" He asked.

  "No! It's not! You've sucked me into this messed up world of yours and one of my new friends tried to take me or hurt me last night. I just need space," I said, coldly.

  "Please let me explain," he begged.

I looked across the street to my school and there were some people looking back at me. My eyes wandered around while I thought about if I should let him explain or not. I looked back at him and he was giving me puppy eyes, I chuckled and nodded.

  "Thank you," he sighed.

  "Five minutes," I replied.

  "Okay, well, you know that Louis and I used to work together, and all..."

  "Yeah I do."

  "Well, it's just that he dated my sister before and he broke her heart... She even committed suicide and then Louis felt horrible and went on a rampage, which ended him in jail, then when he got out he met your friend Harry.."

  "Are they a couple?"

  "Yeah, Harry and Louis date, but they keep it a secret, and anyway Harry works for the bastard. Louis' been mad at me ever since I quit and I don't know why he dragged you into this, but I'm not going to let him touch you. I don't know if I can stop Harry, but I sure as hell know I can stop Louis."

  "I don't get you, Zayn.. I really don't."

  "What do you mean?"

  "You can be scary as hell one minute then the next compassionate and caring. Why?"

He scratched the back of his neck, obliviously, he doesn't know the answer and didn't see his mood swings.

  "I don't know really," he said.

He smiled and I did as well. I grabbed onto his hand and he squeezed mine, reassuringly. I wasn't scared though, I know that the big, bad Zayn would do anything in the world to protect me, and I like it. I like knowing that he isn't here to scare me.

  "Can I get a kiss?" He asked.

  "Mmm... no."

He frowned and I smirked. He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head so his lips hit my cheek. He growled lowly. I chuckled as he tried again, but I did the same thing.

  "Why are you so stubborn?" He asked.

  "I dunno," I said innocently.

Now my face was in his hands and he forced his lips onto mine. It was a very rough kiss, but I kind of liked it. I heard the bell ring and I groaned, dramatically. Zayn pulled away to laugh. He rested his forehead on mine and I stared into his chocolate brown eyes.