London bank 16 Hours
January 13 2015
Says point of view
Just rob the bank, Say you can do this. Zayn will be outside waiting for you in no time.
I slingged my bag over my shoulder with a soft sigh as I walked into the bank, bumping into someone.
"I'm so sorry ma'am" the woman said
I noticed she had faint blue eyes
"No I'm Sorry" I said as I groaned.
"No its okay I'm Veronica but people call me Ver! whats your name?"
I sighed and muttered "Say" but she couldn't hear me well.
"Pardon? I can't understand you..but you're quite pretty." her Irish accent so thick not even funny.
"Thanks" I said.
I watched her do her transaction and leave as I walked up to the teller
I pulled out my hand gun strapped to my doc martens as I smirked at the teller
"I'm here for 9000€" I point the gun up at the handsome man at the booth, damn it'd be hard to kill him.
"What?" The guy questioned as my smirk fell.
"You heard me, I want 9000 pounds in this adidas bag, NOW" I pulled the trigger back as the man frantically packed up the 9000 pounds
"H-here all 9000" he dropped it into the bag as I smiled softly.
"Thanks love, but you aren't getting off that easily" I scoffed as I shot him down and the four cameras around me.
I zipped up the Adidas bag as I slung it over my shoulder, walking out to seeing the familiar face of my boy, Zayn Malik.
I tossed the bag into the car as I hopped in, Zayn speeding us off.
Ruined
× Going straight to hell, straight to hell ×
