Kiss Me ( Zayn Malik)

Chapter 1

Zayn's POV
I am sitting on a couch in a club with my friends. It's Friday night, and usually, we'd be partying in the frat house, but they decided to go to the club. I didn't really want to come with, but I don't want to stay in my room and get bored as fuck.

Everyone's talking and laughing at something I have no idea about because I wasn't listening. I glance at the stage where a bunch of girls are pole dancing, some even stripping. I can't help but roll my eyes in disgust at them. God, don't they have any better option than this job? They're basically stripping and fucking for a living. How fucking sick is that?

I stare at the girls on stage one by one, each and every one of them look the same. Fucking whores. Hot as fuck, but still fucking sluts. My eyes landed on a girl on the side, dancing along with the other bitches. I stared at her from head to toe, she looks different. She looks shy and uncomfortable with what she's doing, and fear is dancing in her eyes. Hmm. Maybe she's new? She's beautiful though, but still a whore.

"Looks like our buddy, Zayn, here wants to take home the hottest chick on stage. Don't you, mate?" Louis laughs as he put his arm around me. Everyone in our table laughed, including me. "No way, man. You know how I feel about these kinds of girls." I chuckled. "Oh come on. You've fucked countless sluts. Only difference is the girls you fucked don't do that for a living, but what's the fucking difference? They still sleep around with random people." Harry said as he takes a drink from his beer.

I shook my head at them with a smirk on my face, drinking from my cup. "If you won't fuck her, I won't mind doing it for you." Dylan adds, earning a fit of laughter from our group. His tone is light, but I know he's serious. I saw the way he looked at her, and I don't like it. Not that I care about the bitch, I just don't like it and I don't even know why. "You're disgusting." I cringe at the thought of him fucking her. Fucking sick.

I look back at the stage just in time to see the girls coming down as they are replaced by another group of whores. I spot her brown, curly hair as she went down and made her way to the ladies' room. She passes by a group of guys, and one of them grabs her by the arm. She looks surprised and terrified. She shakes her arm out of his grasp, only making the asshole's grip tighten. I almost stand up from the couch, but I fight the urge to save her. Besides, this is her job right? Right.

I keep my eyes on them, watching as she finally realized that resisting was useless. She sits down beside him with his hands on her thighs. "Are you okay, lad?" Niall asks and I just realized that everyone stopped talking and they are all staring at me. I take my eyes away from them and focus on my friends. I nod slowly, taking another drink from my beer as I glance back at the bitch, then back to my friends. They don't seem to believe me, but they know better than to push it. They continue whatever the fuck their conversation was as I look down at the bottle in my hands. My knuckles turning white from grasping it too tightly.

"Where the fuck are you going, bitch?!" I hear a voice shout and I immediately looked up to see the asshole stumble on his feet in an attempt to follow the bit.. I mean girl who just ran outside. Before I even know it, I am on my feet. I block his way before he could even take a step forward to follow her.

"What the fuck?!" He tries pushing me, but he's too drunk to even move me. Fucking pathetic bastard. "Get out of the way." He slurred. I notice my friends are already staring at the scene, Louis already standing up to come to us, but I lift my hand up at him and he nods and sits back down. "I don't think so." I smirk, making him angrier. He tries throwing a punch, but of course I am already expecting that. I grab his fist before it even hits my face. "Look, pal. I don't think you wanna do that." I chuckle as he takes his fist out of my grasp. I glare at him dead in the eye for a few seconds until he finally turns around. I smirk and make my way back to our table thinking that he finally gave up.

I saw Louis and Harry stand up again with wide eyes. I feel a fist collide with my sides making me groan in pain. Before I could even move, another punch is thrown at my face. I spit out blood on the floor and look back at the bastard. "You're gonna fucking regret that." I growl, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I threw a punch on his face, making him stumble back, giving me the perfect opportunity to climb on top of him and hit him over and over again. His friends stood up to try and help him beat me up, but my friends are there to take care of them before they could even grab ahold of me. His face is full of blood already, but I don't stop punching him. I feel myself being pulled away, I was ready to take another bastard, but I immediately recognized Harry and Louis.

"That's enough. We have to go before the cops arrive." I look at them, then back at the bastard and his group of friends who are on the floor. Serves them right. I kick him one last time before walking out of the damn club.

"Where the fuck are you going?!" Niall calls after me as I walk away from the car. "I'll meet you guys back at the frat house. I want to walk." I continue walking, not even bothering to look at them. "Fine, call us if you need anything." I don't answer, I just keep walking. I don't even know why the fuck I did that for that bitch. Maybe because I thought he did something to her that caused her to run away from him. I may be an ass, but I still have a little respect for women, unlike that fucking bastard.

I've been walking for half an hour now, only a few minutes away from the frat house. I still don't wanna go back though. I spot a park a few meters ahead and I make my way there. I sit on the bench near a tree and just stare up at the sky. A few minutes later, I hear a muffled cry, causing me to look behind me. I don't fucking see anything but the fucking tree. I hear it again, this time making me stand up. I walk silently towards the tree and look behind it. A girl sits behind it with her face buried in her hands as she shook from crying.

"It's very dangerous for a woman to be out alone at this time of the night you know." she jumps at my voice and quickly wipes away her tears with her small hands. She looks on her side opposite of where I am, obviously avoiding my stare. I can't see her face, her hair is blocking it from me. She doesn't answer me and it is annoying the fuck out of me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, sitting down next to her. She flinches, and I move away to put a space between us. Again, no response. "Are you gonna keep hiding your face from me? Why? Are you a ghost or something?" I joke, causing her to look at me. My eyes widen in realization when I recognize her. It's the same girl back at the club. The reason why I beat that bastard up. She looks different though. She's wearing a shirt and sweats instead of the slutty outfit back in the club.

"What's it to you anyway?" She snaps, glaring at me. I was shocked by her response, but I quickly recover. "You don't have to be such a bitch, you know. Oh, I forgot. You already are." I say in a harsh tone. I didn't even get a fucking thank you. What a fucking bitch. I hear her gasp and she opens her mouth to say something, but I am quick on my feet as I leave her there. Alone.
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Author's note:
Hey, everyone! This is my first ever story that I had the courage to publish, so if there are any errors or if I'm not too good at expressing my ideas, I am sorry. I am doing my best to do this right, so please bear with me. Hopefully, I'll get the hang of it and be better at it. I only have classes from monday-wednesday, that means I can update regularly. Yay! Anyway, I know this is a short chapter, it will get better soon, I promise. :) if you lovelies have any questions or anything to say, feel free to tell or ask me. I want to get to know you guys. <3 5 votes and I will update again. All the love, Lexie xx