Vulnerable (Zayn Malik AU)

Chapter 4

"Dude wake up." Lilly said for probably the thousandth time.

"Noooo." I whined and rolled away from her.

"Your dad left $500 on your dresser!"

"He what!" I practically flew off of my bed and went over to her. "That's so much...." I said taking the money from Lilly.

"What'd you do....or what'd he do? Why is he giving you money? Was it an accident?" She asked, in just as much shock as I was. My dad gives me money all the time, but never that much. The most he'd ever given me was $200 and that was for school shopping. I know my dad makes a lot, and he makes even more in tips because he's very good at his job...but, that was too much. He won't even buy me a car, but he'll casually leave me $500 for clothes? Something wasn't right.

"He said he'd leave me money for clothes yesterday...said I didn't get enough for school...."

"Well it's perfect timing if you ask me. You need new clothes for the party." She reached into my dresser and threw two pairs of shorts and two t-shirts out. She stayed the night, so of course she was going to wear my clothes.

Lilly pulled up some of my workout shorts and threw on a plain white tee. We're not exactly the same size. Im a tad bigger, but some of my things still fit her - especially my workout clothes. I grabbed the jean shorts she picked for me and threw on a black v-neck. Neither of us bothered to do our hair, leaving mine up in a bun, and hers in a small ponytail.



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When we got back from the mall, Lilly decided the best way to decide the night's outfit would be to lay everything out in the living room. We were shopping for about five hours, and to be honest, I was exhausted. I didn't spend all of the money, though. I kept $100 for emergencies.

Lilly bought herself two new outfits and a dress with her own money. Lucky for her she actually has a job. She hates it, but money is money no matter how you get it.

"I don't think you should dress too fancy. No offense but Franky and his friends don't seem clean enough to waste a dress on." She said and ground her teeth, a habit she does when she's nervous. I've always hated it.

"I agree. Now stop that." She blushed when she realized what I was talking about. "How about...the black jeans....with...the NWA t-shirt?" I suggested for myself. "And I have a black bralette I can wear under it...cause the sleeves are cut off and it hangs a bit low."

"Yeah that'd be cute. With what? Your white Doc Martens?"

"Yeah.... Ok. That'll work. What about you?"

"I'm just gonna wear the blue jeans I got, and one of your black v-necks. I don't wanna waste one of my new shirts on these people." She laughed. "And shoes....can I just wear your red sneakers?" I nodded. Lilly borrowed my shoes a lot. Her mom had the habit of just buying her tennis shoes, and she only ever bought herself vans. I was the one that owned clothes with color. "Yes! Thank you thank you thank you. You better shower first. You have more hair to handle."

"I showered last night. I wasn't gonna do my hair..."

"Really? I think you should curl it. I didn't buy you that wand for nothing." I groaned at the her suggestion. My hair takes hours when I actually do it. I have too much and it's too thick. And, even though it's curly naturally, it is less frizzy when I use that stupid wand...

"Fine. I'll start curling. We have 3 hours. Go shower."



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After two and a half ridiculous hours of curling my hair, I quickly did my makeup. Franky's house was only about a five minute drive from mine, so we left a little after ten. Lilly said we'd look lame if we showed up right when Franky said, and that it would be better if a ton of people were already there.

We pulled up to Frankys street, but had to park semi-far down because of all the cars outside. I was thankful I didn't go all-out when I saw how the girls outside are dressed. Just like me everyone was in either jeans or shorts. Mostly shorts because even though it was past ten, it was still a bit hot outside considering it was the beginning of August and we live in California. 

I walked past the crowd of people through the already open front door. The inside of Franky's house seemed to resemble the garage. The only differences being the couch was smaller with less holes, and they had a flat screen TV. But the stench was the same. I assumed his parents were just as into smoking as him. That's probably how he got into it. I shuddered at the thought. My dad may be a piece of work, but I was thankful he never did anything illegal.

I walked around looking for Franky, asking a girl I recognized from advanced ceramics if she's seen him. Of course, with my luck, she hadn't. After I made my way all throughout the house and didn't find him, I went back out the front door toward the garage. The pounding music from inside faded as I stepped into the poorly lit room already filled with smoke.

"Daisy! Glad you could make it." Franky said getting up from the couch.

"Glad you invited me." I smiled. He said hello to Lilly before reaching behind her to hit a button on the wall, cracking the big metal garage door - for my sake I assumed.

"I thought you didn't like parties." I heard an annoyingly familiar voice from the couch.

"I never said that." I looked at Kendall and couldn't help but scrunch my nose. She was sitting in between Christian and someone else. Who is that? They're turned around looking at the - oh. Zayn. Of course he's here. Why wouldn't he be. I put my focus back on Kendall, a smirk growing on her face. I'd forgotten that she invited me to a party.... And I told her I wasn't a 'party-goer'. Oh well. I'll deny I said anything of the sort until the day I die.

"Yeah ok." She scoffed and leaned into Zayn. I know it shouldn't have, but it really bothered me.

"You're lookin' hot, Daisy." Christian winked at me. I wasn't attracted to the guy at all, but jealousy overcame me.

"Thanks. Not so bad yourself." I smiled and pulled up a chair across from him. I noticed Lilly had engaged in conversation with a guy in the corner. I almost wanted to applaud her because...he was hot as hell. I looked back to the couch as Franky took a seat on Christians right, completely filling the couch. I could've sat there...and I should have because all I could see sitting adjacent from me was Kendall all over Zayn. Her fingers were trailing up and down his stomach as she talked into his ear. The only good thing about the situation was that he didn't seem to indulge her. He had a completely straight face and was looking at...I want to say me, but there were many people behind me. I was sure it wasn't me. I broke the stare....non-stare? And looked back to Franky.

"So you gonna try some this time?" He asked as he packed some of the disgusting green substance into the intricately designed pipe.

"No thank you."

"You'll have to ignore her. She's kind of a square." Kendall laughed and I resisted every urge to spring at her.

"How could you ignore that face?" Christian smiled. "It's pretty smoky in here. Would you like to step outside?" He asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

"If you don't wanna smoke...sure. But don't leave just because of me." I could feel Zayn's eyes burning a hole into my face, but I forced myself to not look his way.

"I insist." He stood up and reached his hand to me. I adjusted my purse around my neck and took his hand as he led me back outside. I was happy to feel a nice breeze stepping out of the hot garage. There were still a bunch of people in the front yard, but I guess Christian decided he didn't want to join them as he pulled me around to the other side of the house.

"So you went to Jackson High right?" I asked as we came to a stop, trying to not let things get awkward.

"Mhmm." He hummed, his eyes focused just below mine. He really isn't bad looking. I'm not much of a fan when it comes to facial hair, but he has dark blue eyes and nice, long curly hair. I'll admit he's handsome, but not my type. Something about him just doesn't do it for me.

"What do you do now?" I asked.

"Are we really gonna talk about me?" He sighed. "I'd rather talk about you." He smiled and pushed me to the wall, the spiked paint scratching my shoulders. I whimpered just under my breath as he pushed his hips to mine, holding me completely against the wall.

"Christian please-"

"Don't talk." His lips crashed onto mine and all I could do was scream against them and push at his shoulders. His hands caught my wrists and lifted my arms above my head as he continued the forced kiss. He was undoubtedly stronger than me, but I had to try my best to stop him.

I opened my mouth, and before he could get what he wanted I quickly bit his lip.

"Ow! What the hell!"

"Let me go!" I screamed trying to release my arms from his grip.

"You fucking bitch! I'm bleeding!" He shouted, throwing me to the ground with just a simple tug of my arms.

"GET AWAY FROM HER." A deep voice growled.

"She's all yours, dude. But be careful. The bitch bites."

"Don't talk about her like that." I looked up to see Zayn talking through his teeth. "You have two seconds to leave before I bust your jaw you fucking prick."

Christian didn't seem scared at all, even though Zayn was visibly a couple inches taller, and just walked past him.

"Lets go." Zayn reached his hand down, but I didn't take it. "Dais, come on." He said and I couldn't help the butterflies that aroused in my stomach. I nervously took his hand and he pulled me along down the street. My short legs had to try twice as hard to keep up with his significantly long ones.