Talk dirty [Zayn Malik]

The last thing he needs is to be messed around.

A million things ran through my mind when I got home but one stuck out.

Where was Zayn?

I really wanted to speak to him, about Perrie, and of course our little situation we have. I thought he might have stayed, not leave me alone with a man who used to abuse me. Like what the fuck, how much more of a pussy could he be? To be honest, I'm probably blaming the wrong person. I doubt he went on his own accord, Jc has a way with words, and fists.

I decide not to text him until the morning, since his phone was still with Jc when I left. As I settle in my bed I turn over to the news and, obviously, Zayn was on there. 

"The member of boy band sensation One Direction, Zayn Malik, has been seen leaving a remote warehouse alone. It is thought to be an illegal operation and the police are even getting involved! Is Zayn this bad boy for real? Or is it all a misunderstanding. Lets hope it's just that, updates will continue throughout the night." The, incredibly stunning, news girl starts talking about some other shit but I didn't quite hear as I was already getting ready to leave.

I pulled on my trainers and a hoodie, not even bothering to get out of my pyjamas, and ran down the empty staircase.

What was I doing? I didn't even know if Zayn was still in the same rented bungalow, but I started running straight there. My ankles fucking killed because I forgot to put socks on and I was out of breath by half way there, I carried on running though, my mind racing. They thought Zayn was dealing drugs? Or was it something else? Whatever it was I had to find him.

Wait. What am I going to do when I get there? Walk in and give him a heads up that he'll be arrested soon, and his career is completely over. I need a plan. I need to know what to say and how, I need to prepare myself for him blaming me. After all, I was the one who got him involved in this shit. Or Jc. Either way, i'm going to try my best to get him out of it. 

I got to his door and immediately started banging on the door. I didn't stop for about thirty seconds until I heard someone yelling and moving behind the door.

"Who the fuck is-" He stops talking when he sees me in front of me. "Carly." His voice is low, deep and low. The sexy kind.

"Hey, um you busy? 'Cause I can come back, but you might lose your job." I babble on until I realize I basically just made a joke about his future.

"What?" He asks me as he rubs his eyes from sleep.

"Just, on the news I heard that you were seen leaving that warehouse, alone, and people took it, well, kind of suspiciously?" I question the way I put it across to him.

"So? Listen, did you sort it okay with Jc?" He leans down to my height.

"Yeah, yeah, it's complicated. The thing is, apparently the police are getting involved and I needed to war-" I get cut off as he pulls me through the doorway and shuts the door behind me.

"What?" He sits down and takes a drink of water.

"Police. They think you were doing something illegal, Zayn." I sit next to him.

"This is him." He stands up and checks out the window, "This is all fucking Jc!" He shouted and I immediately jumped from experience. "Sorry, didn't mean to shout at you. I need to get sorted." He starts pacing around and stuffing his phone and money into his pockets.

"What are you doing?" I ask, even though I know.

"I gotta get out, i'm going to Liam's for tonight so I can clear things with management before it gets too serious." He pulls a jacket on just as I hear the faint sound of sirens.

"Zayn." I try to warn him, but he continues to get ready for his escape. "Zayn!" I shout at him and he turns to face me, "They're here, you know?" His eyes dart to the flashing lights behind the curtains.

"Carly." He gulps as he faces reality, "I can't" His voice breaks, "I can't get arrested, all I ever worked for will crumble." He falls into the chair and I can tell he's given up.

"Don't worry, we'll get you out of this. I'll come to the station with you and we'll clear things up, babe? I promise." As I sit on his lap his arms wrap around my waist and he sinks his face into my neck.

*AT THE POLICE STATION*

 I asked an officer when Zayn will be out of the questioning room around five minutes ago, and he said he should be out in five minutes. 

yeah.

"Is your name Carrie?" I hear someone ask from behind me. I spin around to name the voice and say no when I see Liam Payne's face.

"No, it's Carly." I reply as he sits on one of the chairs in front of me. However uncomfortable they are I join him, as my legs are killing me by now.

"Sorry," He laughs, "Someone called me saying Zayn was in trouble though?" Who called him?

"Yeah, he's being questioned on suspicion of possession of and dealing drugs. Apparently someone said they saw him dealing, but that's a lie because I was with him the whole time." I try to get Liam up to speed.

"Did you tell the police this?" 

"Of course we did! They took him in anyway as it was a public complaint" I scoff as Liam looks at me in disbelief.

"Stupid pig whoever reported him." He sits back and folds his arms, I just nod and look on. "So he said you two were an item?" His words make me question what me and Zayn are. We are definitely not an item, not until we talk about all that's happened.

"It's complicated at the moment." I sigh.

"The last thing he needs is to be messed around." 

"The last thing I need is you interfering, i'm the one being messed around here." I retaliate. I don't like Liam already, Great.

"Sorry." He holds his hands up, "So he's causing you trouble? I can talk to him if you want?" I shake my head at his offer.

"Nah, it's been done. I don't think he meant to anyway."

"What'd he do?" He pushes for information. On my private life.

"Nothing." I snap at him. 

He holds his hands up in defence, again, and I try not to laugh at how much he reminds me of Zayn. I notice his gaze travel to behind me and I turn to see what he was looking at. Zayn was walking towards us with another police officer.

"You here for him?" The officer asks Liam and I as he looks towards Zayn. I nod as I take in Zayn's appearance, messy hair, bloodshot eyes and scratches all up his arms. "He's free to go." The officer lets go of Zayn and he falls into my arms. I feel myself crying as I rub his back, but soon pull away as I remember we still need to talk. Liam's straight to the point asking Zayn everything as we make our way back to his.

When we get back Liam reminds Zayn to call management later in the morning, before hugging us both and leaving.

"I'm gonna go home." I told Zayn, "It's been an eventful night and I need some sleep."

"Stay." He yawned.

"No Zayn, we still need to talk." I reminded him as I walked out of the door.

"Please." He added quickly before I left.

"Sorry." I gave him a smile and squeezed his hand before I left.

I can't give in too easily this time.