A Cry For Help ( One Direction)

Chapter 1

Hailey's POV

The flashing light's all surrounded me, people screaming and cheering. I glanced around from the corner of my eye, people were jumping around, signs in the air. I was distracted by all the screaming and flashes, that I barely had time to doge the fist flying at my head.

I quickly ducked down low, sending my right foot forward and up, turning my body fluidly with the movement. A grunt of pain left my opponent, adding more fire to his rage. I sent him a cheeky smirk, making his eyes darken with fury. He let out a low growl and came charging at me.

The screaming of fan's became louder, the flashes quicker, but I blocked it all out. My eyes were fixated on my opponent, watching every move. I saw how his left side tensed and quickly dodged the other way. I felt the slight drift in wind as his body sailed over mine.

I quickly rolled to my feet and pounced on him, sending my fist to his face, over and over again. I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head and his body relax under mine, but I kept throwing punches. I only stopped after 4 of the referees tried to drag me off of him.

I looked down at the bloody mess and smirked, throwing my fist in the air. The crowd became impossibly louder and I looked directly into the camera as I heard the voice bellow over the arena.

The Winner: REBEL!!!! Undefeatable, Champion yet again!

I sent a smug look at my opponents trainer. In return he gave me a nasty glare, which didnt affect me that much. My own trainer came up to me and escorted me around back. I walked into the changing room's, throwing on a pair of black skinny jean's, a tight grey wife beater and a black hoodie.

I pulled my brown hair into a bun clearly showing my dark pink, almost red and black highlight's. I walked back out front, most of the fans leaving. A group of interviewer's stayed behind, making me sigh in irritation. I just wanted to go home and sleep!!!

As soon as they saw me, they all started to scream and draw my attention to them.

"Rebel, over here!!" " Rebel, how was your match?" " Is it true you have no family left?"

I felt my body tense at that question. The paps didnt have any right to get into my personal business, never mind thinking they knew anything about me. I slowly turned toward them, making them all pause and hold their breath.

My eyes scanned until I saw a man with a beer belly and a fat smirk on his face. I took a slow step toward him, making him gulp slightly. I could see the other pap's taking pictures of the scene. I could already see the news papers;

Rebel beats up Interviewer. Stay Tuned for More Details!!!

I sighed and clenched my fists, quickly leaving out the front door. The noise of London reached my ears, calming me slightly. I walked down alley way's, away from the streets to avoid any crazy fan's spotting me.

When I rounded the corner of a street, I froze at the sounds of screaming fan's. I thought they were after me, when I heard what they were screaming.

" Zayn! Zayn, over here!" " MARRY ME!!" " Fuck Me Malik!!"

I gave a slight chuckle at the last one. These girl's were desperate and needy. I leaned against the corner and watched as the poor guy ran from the mob. He was headed straight toward me, so I backed up a little waiting for him to pass by the alley opening.

Second's later I heard his feet slapping the cement. When I saw a flash of his grey and black hoodie, I threw my hand out and snatched him, flinging him onto the wall opposite of me. When I saw his eyes widen and his mouth open, I quickly covered it with my mouth.

The next second a bunch of screaming girls ran past the alley way, making his body sag in relief. My small hand vanished from his mouth, making his eyes snap to mine like fucking fucking magnets.

I backed up a couple steps but didnt leave. Instead I glanced at him and then looked down at his outfit. Black jeans, grey Jordons with a white stripe down the side and a black and grey hoodie(which I'm almost positive has all soft, wonderful fleece inside!!). When I reached his face, he raised an eyebrow at me.

I bit my bottom lip to keep the smile off my face. But I could feel the corners of my mouth rise so I twirled in my heels and started down the alleyway.

"Hey! Whats your name?" He called after me, desperately. I paused and looked over my shoulder at him, smirking.

"Wouldn't you like to know?! See you soon, Malik!" My dark green eyes danced with mischief before they were blocked and I disappeared from view.

I smiled as I walked away from him, actually anticipating meeting him again. I dont know why, but Zayn Malik has me interested with only one little meeting!!