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One: Heist

One: Heist

Zayn Malik

"You ready?" Parker readied his gun, checking to make sure it was loaded, and pulled the red bandana up over the bridge of his nose. His crystal blue eyes still shone through just above his makeshift mask, and though I couldn't see his lips, I could tell he had a devilish smile on his face, "This is gonna be good for us, man. If we get this, we'll be rich."

"Just what we need," I laughed a bit before pulling my bandana over my face as well. I held an illegal, black pistol in my right hand - nearly identical to Parker's - with my fingers wrapped tightly around the handle. This would be our biggest heist yet. All the money we'd gather from here would last us a year or more. Well, considering our spending habits, it would most likely last a bit under six months. But, that was still a load of cash for us.

I couldn't stop my body from shaking. All those years of robbing shitty convince stores had lead to this. My first proper bank heist. What if I mess up? What if we get caught? The questions wouldn't stop flowing through my mind. I shook out my hands and neck anxiously, as if to rid myself of any worries. It failed miserably.

"You'll be fine, Malik," Parker snapped me from my thoughts, seemingly reading my mind. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and gently pushed me forward, "Let's go in. Keep that gun hidden until we get inside."

I nodded, shielding the weapon within the confines of my leather jacket as we approached the bank. Parker burst the doors open, quickly making it known that he was armed.

"Get down on the ground you little shits!" He called out, sending a warning shot into the ceiling. Frantically, all the patrons dove to the floor, placing their hands over their heads to protect themselves. As if that would really help.

"Keep watch over these people. I'll handle the cash," Parker patted my arm as he walked past me to the bank teller. I removed my gun from inside my jacket, and began to take charge.

"Everyone hand over your valuables and any cash you might have. Now," I waved my pistol out to them to seem a bit more threatening, and it seemed to work like a charm. Anyone was afraid of the stranger with a gun. People pushed their watches and necklaces towards me, and I collected them in a rucksack I'd brought. Jackpot.

I heard the influx of police sirens in the distance, a warning bell for us to finish up.

"I got it," Parker rushed over to me with a bag full of cash on his back, "Time to go."

I picked up my gatherings, and followed after him to the back entrance of the bank. The sound of the approaching police only made my anxiety worse, my grip tightening on the pistol in my hand. You could imagine my unnerving surprise when a young girl, about my age, leaped in front of me. I didn't see much of her features, as I had quickly pulled the trigger of my loaded gun, sending a bullet straight through her abdomen.

I was shocked, completely disgusted with myself by the fact that I'd just shot someone. Sure, I'd committed tons of crimes within my lifetime, but I never hurt anyone. At least, I never meant to. I released the gun from my grasp, dropping it on the cold, marble floor.

"Zayn, come on, we don't have time for this," Parker took hold of my bicep, pulling me towards the exit. He seemed as though he didn't even care that I'd just injured that girl. I think I could've shot him in the abdomen, and he'd still be more focused on the robbery at hand, "Don't you hear those sirens? We've gotta go."

"I can't leave her," my eyes remained locked on the innocent stranger I'd just wrongly attacked.

"No, no. The police will come here, and the ambulance. They'll give her proper treatment."

"I'm not leaving unless we take her."

Parker grunted, sending a heavy flow of air through his nostrils. He hesitantly took the bag from my shoulder, and rolled his eyes at me.

"I'll take these. You carry her to the truck," Parker held the door open for me as picked up the limp girl in my arms and carried her to our escape vehicle. I laid her in the back seat gently, and got in beside her, placing her head in my lap.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered to her, as Parker started the engine and sped off down the road.

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A/N:

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's a Zayn Malik AU fanfic! Vote and comment my loves! Tell me what you think! Xoxo. [Thanks to @LonelyRaven for the cover on the side!]

~ K