Runaway ( Zayn Malik FF)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Strangers

(Flashback)

I take a quick look inside of the car. An audible sigh of relief  escapes my mouth as I spot a guy in the car who is in my age. His dark brown hair is perfectly coiffed and tattoos are decorating his arms. 

"I'll ride you.", he offers me a smile and I jump in. As I close the door, I feel his eyes on me. 

"My name's Zayn.", he shakes my hand. I don't know why but his touch is sending chills through my whole body.  His big brown eyes are shining and I almost forget breathing when I watch him. His jawline is sharp and his cheekbones are perfectly positioned.

"I am Mila.", I say quietly and remove my hand from his hand. I take a look into the side mirror and see how  terrible I actually look. I buckle up my seatbelt and Zayn starts driving.

(Flashback end)

" Where should I drop you off?" , Zayn asks, biting his lower lip. This is the question I feared. Of course he would ask me this but anyways, how can I tell him that I can't go home?  

"Well ... " , I sigh. " Nowhere."

"What?", he narrows his eyebrows. "You're homeless ?"

"No,  I ran away. I am living one and a half our away from here.", I say feebly.

"Why did you ran away?", Zayn asks quietly and keeps his eyes on the dark road.

"T-There was a ... thief in our house. He slapped me.", I half lie. 

" I understand. That's why you were in that part of the city.", he emphasizes the 'that' .

" I don't even know where I was running. I just ran away. I didn't know that it is dangerous here."

"Well, you have to be lucky because it's dangerous here. Especially at night.  Drug dealers, rapers and maybe murderers are very active then.", Zayn explains and with a tight grip on his leather wheel he turns to the right. As we pass a big  brown house, I spot a few people in it. Everyone of them is wearing a black hoodie and a black beanie,holding little plastic bags with white powder in it. I don't want to know what they are doing and I look away and focus on the road.

I cringe at the thought that I could have been raped or murdered. But the only thing that matters is that my mother is hurt and she needs help. My eyes are getting wet and a little tear is rushing down my cheek. Immediately I look to the side so Zayn can't see me. 

Zayn saved me actually. I am thankful that he offered me a car ride. I don't get why he even is riding me, why didn't he just pass by when I was standing at that street? We know eachother since five minutes.

"Did you hear me?", Zayn interrupts my thoughts and I almost get a heartattack.

"I am going to buy us some food.", he says and I just nod.

"I- .. I really appreciate it though. I am so sorry for bothering you." , I say quietly.

Zaym narrows his eyebrows." You don't bother me. Don't worry about that, if someone beed help I am there and you obviously need help."

After 2 streetlights , Zayn parks his car smoothly on a parking lot. He quickly removes his seatbelt and gets out.

"Wait here.", he smiles and shuts the car door. I watch him walking over to a fastfood restaurant that I love. The wind is softly brushing through his hair and he is adjusting his tanktop.

I open my bag and take out my phone. The display is broken. I try to turn it on but it doesn't work out.  Leaning against the car window, I wait for Zayn. All of a sudden it starts to rain. The raindrops are running down the car windows. My eyes are burning from all the tears and my stomach hurts. I only ate breakfast today.