You're My Kryptonite-- One Direction/ Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Malik.

Chapter 2: Malik?

     Where am I supposed to go now? The only relative I have left is Uncle Phil, and he's made it obvious that he does not want me in his life. Why does everything have to be so complicated?

     As I released a great sigh, I slowed down and looked at my surroundings. I hadn't realized how far from the apartment building I'd walked until I looked around and saw how dark it was. Usually, the busy streets and buildings had lit the city at night, but now, there were only a few lights. A few flickering lights. Old buildings were on each side of me, and the street I was walking on was only about 5 feet wide. Confusion, and a bit of fear settled in me. I've never been here. I heard scattering animals, and yelling off in the distance, and then I realized where I was. The south part of the city. The part where there had been 9 shootings reported in the last month. The part I'd always been warned to avoid. I shouldn't be here.

     I turned around, ready to trace my steps back to where I had come from, but then I heard footsteps not too far away. My stomach filled with uneasiness and the footsteps got heavier and faster. My strides got wider and faster, and I was close to running. Turning around, I saw a figure come out from a dark alley, running towards me. Panic settled, and my legs failed to continue. So, there I was. Just standing as the figure... the person came towards me.

     "Get out of here!" he screamed. It was a he. I wanted to ask what he meant. What he said. Who he was. Why he was here, talking to me. But my body wouldn't work with me. I just stood, dazed and frozen, with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. He huffed and slowed down, lightly jogging towards me. "Look," he breathed, getting close to me. "I don't know who you are, but you shouldn't be here. It can get really dange--"

     "Malik!" called out a rough voice from somewhere behind one of the buildings. "Malik! You can't hide! I will get you!" He sounded Irish, an Irish man. His voice, deep and husky, sounded like it suited a man past his thirties. "MALIK!"

     After muttering a few curse words, the guy whose name I guess was Malik, spoke again. "C'mon, we can't be here." He took my arm, attempting to pull me somewhere.

     "What?" I whispered in a yelling way, "I don't even know you! Get off of me!" He proved himself to be a strong guy when I struggled and failed to break free from his grasp. "Stop it! I c--" Cutting me off, he took his free arm and covered my mouth with his hand. With one arm holding down my struggling arms, and own hand covering my mouth, he calmly, but quickly, walked me over to a dark place between two buildings. 

     "If I agree to let go, you have to promise to stay quiet. If you're loud, that man you heard will know where we are, and that's not a good thing. I can assure you, he's at least a hundered times more dangerous than I am. He's armed, and he has three other men with him. I know you don't know me, but I'm safer than they are, and I can guarantee that. I'm not going to hurt you. Are you going to stay quiet?" Once he asked that, he looked down at me expectantly, waiting for and answer. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I looked up at him. He was about half a foot taller than me, I noted that he had slightly dark skin. Looking up, I searched his face. He had a very defined bone structure, giving him a mysterious look. All of his features blended well together. Even in the dark setting, I could tell that he was an attractive guy. Malik. Strange first name.. Maybe it's his last name.. As my gaze met his, I remembered that he was waiting for my answer. It is really safe to stay with him? What if he hurts me? I don't even know him. I should run. I should run as far away as I can go. Every part of me was screaming, "run". Every part of me was screaming, "get away!" Every part of me was screaming, "this guy is dangerous!" Every part of me except for one tiny, tiny part. For some reason, a part of me trusted him. The mystery guy I'd known for what, two minutes? Who's safer? This guy? Or the loud, armed Irish man and his minions?

     "Are you gonna stay quiet?" he whispered into my ear. His warm breath against my cold skin filled me with chills. After looking up at him once more, and not seeing any apparent dangerous intent, I slowly nodded. He released his hand away from my mouth, keeping his arm around me and leading me into a darker and more hidden area.

     "Malik!" Malik pulled me down with him, and we hid behind an old, metal garbage bin. "Malik!" It was that man again. I heard several sets of footsteps get closer, and closer, along with frantic whispering.

     "Carney!" an animated man's voice cried. "I saw a lady earlier going in the same direction as your target, if I catch them both, can I, you know, have fun with her? Eh?" As he said that, my eyes widened and I looked over at Malik, who also looked shocked and scared. He placed a finger over his mouth reminding me to stay quiet, and I nodded.

     "Shut it, Bluke", a different man called out, his voice sounded pretty close. From my spot, I peeked at the open street, barely lit, and I saw shadows approaching. "No one would want to have fun with your ugly ass," he said, laughing to himself. Looking at the street again, I saw the men of the previously seen shadows. The one laughing was tall, very tall. His pale face was covered in several tattoos, and he was dressed in all black. Leather jacket, thick boots, torn jeans. His bald head shined slightly in the dim light. The man he was talking to, Bluke, looked weak in comparison to the first man. Bluke's face was childlike. His body stout and round, not quite to the point where he looked like a ball, but he was very pudgy. His brown hair was tangled and all over the place, and he had a pout painted on his lips. Another man appeared, his blonde, shaggy hair was messy, and he was dressed almost the same as the bald man.

     The man in front of the others spoke again. "STOP IT. Both of you!" It was the Irish man. Dressed in a black formal suit, he appeared more sophisticated than the other three. He was at an average height, and looked like he was in his late 30's. He looked like he was the leader of the group, Carney, I believe. "Damn it, where did that idiot go?" He stopped and looked in our direction, and Malik and I froze. After looking around for a few seconds, he turned around, looking in the other direction. "He got away." And with that, Carney kicked the wall and led the men away.

    Malik still had his arms wrapped tightly around me as we sat silently, listening to the quieting footsteps. Even after the footsteps had faded away, neither of us moved. We both sat and waited for a little longer. The words rang in my head. Fun with her. I knew he was talking about me. There was nobody else in the streets. I shivered, and as I did I realized how cold it was. Wrapping my arms around myself, I began shivering again. I should have grabbed a jacket before storming out. I shouldn't have even left. I shouldn't have let her win. I shoul--

    My thoughts were interrupted when Malik took my hand and helped me up. We stood, our faces, inches apart. I was going to ask what had happened, but he looked deep in thought, as if he were debating something with himself. Hesitating, he brought up his arms to the hood on his head, and slowly pulled it down. His dark hair was gelled up in the front. It looked nice on him. I looked at his eyes which were looking at me expectantly, waiting for a reaction of some sort. He didn't say anything, he just stood, staring at me. "What are you looking at?"

     His head turned slightly, and his eyebrows creased in a confused manner. "You don't know who I am?" He seemed baffled. He also seemed British. I like that.

     "Should I?"

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I know, I ended the chapter horribly, I didn't know what else to do. And if anyone's confused, his first name isn't gonna be Malik, hehe. Anna's just confused at the moment. Anywho, yeah, tell me what you think! Thanks, loves xx

 Much love,

--Jenn xx