Hiding the Secrets

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☾HIDING THE SECRETS☽
PERRIE

After I encountered Zayn, I went to go meet up with Jessy, Jade and Leigh-Anne in my house. We had this thing where every weekend we'd visit ones house and just talk. It was pretty cool getting to know these girls and them getting to know me. Even though there's not much I remember about myself.

I also thought it was a good idea to mention Zayn while I was it.

''You talked to who?'' Jesy asked, nearly spitting while eating her ice cream. All I said was that I met someone named Zayn and now they start acting like I should go hide in a hole.

I digged into my ice cream not knowing what was the big deal of talking to him. I felt like the girls were judging me harshly. It honestly made me feel like an idiot.

They had wide eyes and ate their ice cream like they were mad.

"Zayn Malik, Black shiny hair that's always in the same hairstyle, has tattoos, and always wearing black?" Leigh-Anne said rising up from her position.

My eyes followed as she basically stomped into the kitchen to put away her ice cream.

I don't understand the talk about this man.

"Well, Zayn is quite confusing. We have no idea what he actually did or why most people are afraid of him. All we know is that he was caught in the murder of his FBI partner in America. Now, apparently he's a fighter." Jade just dug into her ice cream to shut herself up.

"FBI? They allow people who aren't American for that?"

"Guess so." Jessy said, rolling her eyes.

"What do you mean he's a fighter now?" I asked confused.

Leigh-Anne sat down again with her arms crossed and just paying attentions to what Jade was saying.

"He boxes. He also fights for money that people bet him for, or people hire him. The only reason he's not in jail is because no one can seem to prove anything he's done." Leigh-Anne said digging once more into her ice cream.

"Oh." Was the only words I can process.

Who knows what else he's done has been illegal.

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I walked out of the drug store, opening my gum and walking into the streets of Bradford. Every time I had to get the smallest things, I had to go through this area. It was just a long walk. That's all.

I couldn't help but notice the houses surrounding the neighborhood. People were still proud and playing outside, but the houses always looked in terrible shape. But every city has its bad just as every person has their bad habits.

As I'm walking down the streets, I look over to the side seeing a house with a open garage and a man under his motorcycle, fixing something in a white tank top. It was revealing his tattoos and black sweats. His muscles were tense and his eyes were majorly focused on whatever he was fixing. I then figured it out myself the man was Zayn.

This man is so detailed you don't want to miss an inch of him.

He slid out from his motorcycle and stood right up, lips parting slightly. The thing that was intriguing me the most was his eyes. His eyes weren't light or any special color, they were the darkest brown I have come to known.

I blushed and continued walking down the street. I try hard to ignore him now that I've heard about him.

By the look on his face when I kept walking, he probably knew I was told about him.

Still doesn't mean I wouldn't love to hear the name Zayn Malik anymore.

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a/n:

i honeslty don't have anything to say :////

imma just

bYe

[edited may 11, 2015]

-ntk