Trouble ( A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Darkness fell and the ballet studio was slowly being emptied. " Do you need a lift home Amelia?" Katie asked me as she sat on the ground taking of her pointe shoes. "No thank you, Im staying a while longer. I need to the practice." I gave her a weak smile.

Just like every night , I would be the last person in the studio dancing until my toes bled. I had gotten used to it. The pain and how perfect I needed to be,mother would remind me every day. I wasn't used to the consequences though,the pain she brought me each time I failed. This was once my dream,you know to be the best ballet dancer in the world, but all of it dissappeared after it became somebody else's.

I walked over to the center,waiting for the slow melody to start. I got on my tippy toes and began to spin.

"Perfect remember,it has to be perfect. I thought to myself as I blocked out the pain from my toes. I stumbled and yellled in frustration,feeling the tears form at the corner of my eyes. I restarted the song and took my place one again. An hour had passed and I was tired pushing myself to the edge. I untied my pointe shoes and let my bruised toes relax before slipping on my confortable slippers. I grabbed my stuff and made my way to the exit. I opened the door and felt the cool breeze nipped at my skin. I made my way around the building hoping I would catch the same cab as every night. I came to a stop and was a fear as I sas two men kicking somebody on the ground. He yelled in agony as he took the kicks into his stomach and the side of his head. I covered my mouth holding back from screaming,if not I would be next.

"Aint so tough now without your boys are you malik. Look at you on the ground,you fucking pussy!" one of them spat down to him giving him one last blow to his stomach. They headed their way leaving him there,cold on the floor. I waited until they were compiltely gone and it was clear for me to walk on over,I couldn't leave him lying there. "Oh dear,look at how they left you." I helped him up to a sitting position. I was about to ask if he was okay but it would have been stupid looking at the way he was covered in blood. "Who the fuck are you?" he growled in agony as he moved away from my touch. "Im-Im sorry." his rudness took my by surprise. "Im just trying to help,I wasn't going to leave you here after seeing what just happened." "What did you see? What did you hear?" his tone serious now. "Nothing, atleast nothing you didnt want me to hear. I just saw how they beat you up." I said as he huffed. I helped him get up to his feet and he couldn't stop wincing. " You need to go to the hospital." I suggested.

"Im fine nothing to worry about,sweetheart." he smirked. "This isnt half as bad as what ive been through." he said making me shiver the tought of what can be worse than this. "The bleeding wont stop. I can clean you up,since you wont get it checked by a doctor. I mean if you like." I quickly said as his eyes gave me a warning but then softened. "And where is it exactly you're going to clean me up at? Here in the streets?" he pushed himself off me and tried to walk by himself but failed. I quickly took a hold of him again and helped him up. "You know you're really rude. You aren't used to getting help from people are ya?" "Or from a beautiful gril like you" he finally broke a smile. "I ugh - you know I cant take you serious right now with all that blood on your face,let me clean you up." I told him feeling my cheecks redden. " I walked him back into the studio. A spare key always came in handy. I searched for the First Aid Kit in the cupboards as he sat on the stool waiting for me. I walked back to him and carefully examined him, he got a bad beating.

"This may hurt." I whispered bringing the anti-septic wipe up to his face. He clenched his teeth making me jump a little. "Im sorry." I said now getting a better look at his eyes. They were beautiful,a light hunny brown. "What are you staring at?" he asked. "You're eyes,their beau- I mean I um." I realized I was speaking out loud now. His hand made its way up to my face,stoping at my cheecks and then pulling a strand of hair behind my ear. "Your eyes are beautiful too" he licked his lips making me slowly forget everything again.

"Um,okay you're face will be fine, a few cuts and bruises. Nothing to worry about,but now I need to check your side,um its better if you take off your shirt." I said hidding my face taking out another wipe. "Already trying to see me shirtless?" He chuckled. My cheecks blushed a deep red as he unbuttoned his shirt down. I bit my lower lip,unable to meet his gaze as I felt him watching me closely now. There was a lot of blood,luckily the wounds werent deep and for me,those medical classes were a good choice,If not I would have been passed out on the floor by now. I ran my fingers over the old scars he had already on his beautiful toned body. He tensed over my touch. "Why did they do this to you?" I carefully asked not being sure if it was the right thing to do. "I do a lot of bad things and they alwayd come back to ya." I cleaned him up and applied the bandaid taking his shirt from his hands. "Let me." I gestured slipping it back on him. I buttoned it all the way up and lifted my gaze to meet his. "All done." I smiled stepping back and cleaning up the mess. "Thank you." he took a hold of my arm and spun me around facing him now. "I didnt catch your name angel." he half smirked. could he get any more attractive. "A- Anibel." "Zayn" he replied. We made our way to the exit and out the door into the cold night. I felt his intense stare on me as he followed closely behind. He took a hold of my arm once more,stopping at my tracks. "How are you getting home?" he asked shoving his hands intp his pockets. "Im taking a cab." I amswered tightening the scarf around my neck. "Let me take you home yeah?" he offered. "It's the least I can do." "You drive?" "I mean can you even drive?" I asked. "My car's parked a few blocks from here." And of course I can he smirked. "No it's okay,I always take a cab home." I politely denied him. "You can't say no to me. I can't let a beautiful girl like you take a cab when I can drive you home myself." he insisted. He didnt seem like that type that lived close by,like someone I knew. I didn't want him to because he would quickly judge. "C'mom Im not taking no for an answer." he passed by me. We walked in silence to his car. "Wait can I trust you?" I stepped a few steps away from the black vehicle. "I haven't done anything to you this far have I angel?" he opened up the passenger door. "Right" I said under my breath and slowly sat on the leather seat. He slid the key into the ignition and the engine gave out a loud roar. "So where to beautiful?" he asked making his first stop at the light. Crap. Well here goes nothing. "Malibu Street" I mumbled looking out the window."Haha,you serious?" He laughed out loud. "What?" I turned my head back to him. "Only people with money up the ass live there. Don't tell me your a little rich princess?" he continued to laugh while I stayed quiet. "Spoiled brat." "Fuck you, Im not a spiled brat!" I snapped. " Haha of course you are. Rich and snotty." he scoffed. "You dont know me. Im not what your thinking!" I whispered. "Right" "You know what? I dont need you to give me a ride! Drop me off here I can get home on my fucking own." I grabbed my bag from the back seat. "Damn relax princess. Shit does daddy know about his little girl having a dirty mouth?" "Stop calling me princess!" "Why so mad?" he asked, his eyes softening now. "Your Judgement, It's just like everybody else's." I folded my arms at my chest. ______________________________________________________________________________ Authors Note: Hi My Name Is Jackie ,this is my first Fanfic So give me feedback?----- Comment,like,vote ?(: