Safe (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 1



Zayn's breath was ragged, and his heart pounded in his ears. The police sirens were growing louder, and Zayn abruptly turned a corner, missing the wall by a mere inch. He pushed himself to run faster, the muscles in his legs protesting. He was feeling lightheaded.

He dived behind a dumpster as the police car drove by the alley. The spotlight shone up and down the asphalt, and Zayn held his breath, hugging his knees tighter to his chest.

Please. Please don't let them find me.

The cruiser drove passed the alley, and Zayn let out a breath, trying to calm his pounding heart. He waited several minutes before getting to his feet. He ran his hand through his hair and began walking down the alley.

It was around three in the morning when Zayn got back to his house. The lights were off, and he hurried up the stairs, stopping by his mother's room. She was sound asleep, hugging a pillow.

Zayn frowned, noticing that his dad was gone; it wasn't much of a surprise.

He returned to his room, slipping his vans off, and collapsed into bed. Before long, sleep overtook him.



The following morning, Zayn woke up to shouts outside his room.

"What the hell, Tricia! I fell asleep in the car! Don't be so damn sensitive!"

"You smell like alcohol, John! Your shirt is ripped and stained! What the hell do you expect me to think!"

"Don't you dare assume anything. I had a few drinks, and fell asleep! Maybe I was tired of your shit, ad didn't want to come home!" Zayn was finally wide awake, and recognized his father's voice. He pulled the covers off himself, shuffling his messy hair.

"You don't want to be home? Then leave. I honestly don't want to put up with your shit right now, ok?"

"This is my fucking house." Zayn heard his father growl.

"Stop. You're hurting me."

Anger filled his body as Zayn stepped out of his room. The sight in front of him sent a wave of disgust through him. His father was gripping the small wrists, and the pain was clear on Tricia's face.

"Get off her." Zayn growled, and his father's head snapped up, turning to him.

"Don't tell me what to do, boy. If you know what's good for you, you'll leave for school."

Tricia nodded at Zayn, tears in her eyes.

"Listen to your father, Zayn. Go to school. I'll be ok." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"No. I'm not leaving until this asshole leaves."

"What the fuck did you just say?" His fathers eyes flashed with anger.

"Sorry, you must have not heard me correctly. Let go of her, and leave." Zayn said every word slowly, his body tensing. His father sneered, yanking Tricia's arm.

Before he knew it, Zayn was on top of him. His fist connected with his father's jaw. The anger flowed from his body into his hands, and Zayn continued to pound his face. His fists made hit after hit onto the older man.

"ZAYN!" He heard his mother screech, but Zayn hit his father once more. His vision was blurring, and he felt a hand on his arm, holding back the hits.

"You're going to kill him! Stop!" Zayn snapped back, staring at his father's face. There was blood pouring from his nose, and Zayn yanked his father up to his feet.

"Get the hell out of here, and stay away. If you come back, ever again, I swear, I'll kill you."

Tricia pulled Zayn back, and they watched as John slowly walked to the stairs. His hand cupped his cheek, and his eyes were murderous.

"Don't feel too safe, Tricia. Your little savior wont be around all the time. You'll get what you deserve, bitch."

Zayn felt his mother flinch at the harsh word, and he pulled her into his arms. Her body shook from the sobs, and he held her until the front door slammed closed downstairs.

"Thank you, Zayn. But, you shouldn't have done that." She sobbed, her hands gripping his arms tightly.

"Listen to me, mom. You need to go. Leave. Go to Aunt Lucy's or something. I'll come and get you after school." He stared into his mother's eyes. She looked absolutely broken, and it hurt to see her like that. "I'd stay with you, but I'm not allowed to miss anymore days."

"Of course. You're right. I'll be alright, Zayn." She whispered, seeing the worry in his eyes.



After dropping his mother off, Zayn drove to West Beverly Hills High. West Bev was a huge school, with thousands of students, a few hundred classrooms, and too many annoying kids.

Zayn pulled up into the parking lot, grabbing his skateboard from the back seat. He sling his backpack over his shoulder, stepping up onto the school's front lawn. Kids were scattered here and there, and Zayn hurried over to his usual table, waiting.

"Yo! Zayn!" A familiar voice sounded out behind him, and Zayn turned to see his long time friend, Louis. He had his arm around a girl, and when she met Zayn's gaze, she scurried off, blushing furiously.

"Damn, man. Quit scaring off my babes."

"Shut the fuck up, Louis. You don't even hold on to them long enough." Zayn snapped, leaning against the wall.

"Woah. What's with the pissy attitude? Did you get caught last night?" Louis asked, sitting down across the table from him.

"No."

"Then why are you acting like an asshole?"

"He always acts like that. You should be used to it."

Niall joined them at the table, nodding towards Zayn.

"Are you coming to the party tonight?" He asked, his eyes scanning the front doors of the school, and then took out his phone.

"No," was Zayn's instant reply.

"Why not? You're gonna miss hell of a party."

"Honestly, I have better stuff to do than hang out with some stoners and sluts." He snapped. Louis frowned, glancing at Niall.

"If you didn't want to hang with us, you could have just said it. Damn." Louis growled, walking off.

"Zayn, what the hell is up? You're a lot more pissed than usual." Niall raised his eyebrows, his arms crossed.

"My dad is what's up. He was threatening my mom, and I beat his ass this morning, threatening to murder him if he ever came back." Zayn snapped, his eyes narrowed. Niall was silent for a moment.

"And... where is your mom now?"

"She's safe."

Niall nodded, and Zayn stared at the parking lot. Someone had caught his eye. A pretty brunette was walking towards them. She had on a large black sweater, with some shorts and white vans. Her hair was covered by a white beanie, and she had a skateboard in one arm.

"Who's that?" Zayn spoke outloud, admiring her long tan legs.

"Spencer Lesse. She moved her like yesterday, when you were to busy spraying the walls with paint. She's actually really cool," Niall replied, grinning at the girl. "Hey, Spencer."

She smiled, glancing at Zayn.

"Sup, Niall. Who's your friend?"

"This is Zayn. Zayn, this is Spencer."

Spencer nodded at him, taking a seat next to Niall.

"So, about the party you told me about. I'm coming. I just need a ride."

"I'm going. I can pick you up." Zayn cut in. Niall's eyes widened, before he wriggled his eyebrows at him. Zayn shot him the finger, and Spencer laughed.

"Yea, sure. Let me give you my number."

Zayn handed her his phone, and she entered her number, quickly snapping a picture for her contact.

Damn, she's hot.

"Well, I've got to get to class. I'll catch you later, Zayn." Spencer said, getting to her feet. She walked off into the building, and Niall burst out laughing.

"She's hot, isn't she?" He chuckled, and Zayn shrugged, running his hand through his hair. That was when he noticed the blue paint on his hands. Zayn tried rubbing it off as he left Niall alone at the table, entering the school.



*I'm just trying out an idea!
I didn't use Zayn's dad's real name because I didn't want to make him sound bad, so I changed up the story a little.
I'll update this once or twice a week! Please vote and comment! Thank you! <3**