Wicked Games {Ziam}

I really shouldnt be writing a new story....

"Ready lads?" Louis asks as he shoulders a small black bag full of canned paint.
"I was just waiting for you," Zayn replies sassily as he stands up from the old couch.
"Sorry. I was just trying to find my jacket," Louis excuses himself in annoyance.
"You probably won't even need it Lou," Niall tells him as he puts his SnapBack facing backwards on his head and fixes his blonde hair.
    "Let's just go. I've been waiting long enough," Zayn says impatiently as he walks to the front door of the small house in the 'hood' of London.
    "Where are we even going today?" Nail wonders as they all like in to Louis's old junky car.
    "Payne Enterprise," Louis answers with a snarky attitude.
    "Is that the..." Niall trails off.
     "Obnoxiously large annoying blue tower worth millions of dollars in the middle of the city ?" Zayn finishes for him.
     "Yeah.... That's it..." Niall remembers.
     "We'll see how impressive their expensive, multi-million building is after we have our way with it...." Louis mutters with a smirk.

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Carefully, Zayn peaks his head around the corner, looking for anyone that may see them.
    "We're good," Zayn shares to his friends when he sees no one. They walk out from behind the building and casually cross the street. On the other side, they set their bags down and start to unpack them.
     Zayn takes out a can of dark purple spray paint. He shakes it and tests it out then makes the first mark on the tall blue building.
After a short while, the 3 friends had painted a large, colorful collage of random images on one of the walls.
    "Guys.... We've got a problem..." Louis states suddenly. Niall and Zayn look over their shoulders to see two tall, intimidating security guards coming their way.
"Fuck...." Zayn mutters.
    "Vandalism of private property is a punishable offense!!" One of them calls out.
"Stop where you are!!" The other commands.
"Run! Run! Go!!" Louis demands as he drops his cans and takes off, Disobeying the officers with Niall close behind him.
'How is this even happening?' Zayn wonders cluelessly. He had never been caught before in all of his years of 'grafiti vandalism'. What was different about this time?? He took all the same precautions....
    "Come on Zayn!!" Niall yells back, snapping him out of his daze. Quickly, Zayn grabs Louis's dropped can of paint and starts running after them as best he can.
He had never been a very graceful or fast runner and hated running more than anything. His skinny legs were as close to useless and they always just tripped over each other.
But he ran as fast as he could go to get away from the policemen who were quickly catching up to him.
     It was only a matter of time before one of the faster officers had caught up to him and had thrown him to the ground. Zayn lands on his hands and scrapes his knee on the rough bumpy cement.
     His heart pounding, Zayn jumps back to his feet and tries to run away again, but is held back. He struggles free and tries to fight the larger, stronger officer.
"Louis!! Niall!!" Zayn yells after his friends, needing their help. Disappointedly, he realizes they are not coming back and he would have to handle this one on his own. He quickly turns and sharply elbows the man in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him before he grabs Zayn again.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He yells angrily as  the other one grabs him and forces his hands behind his back roughly. Zayn gasps in pain and is forced to stay, no matter how hard he struggles to be free. The man holding him takes out a pair of handcuffs and slips them around Zayn's wrists. He groans and rolls his eyes frustratedly.
Having no other options, Zayn is forced to surrender and lets the police drag him to the front of the building.

Idk where this is going, but I like the idea. Idk. I get distracted too easily...... :)