Detective Malik (Z.M Fanfic)

Chapter 9.

*Zayns&louis' flat; 10:15pm*

"This case is giving me so many head aches that I can't even keep up with them." I say running my temples.

Louis and I are back at the flat. We went to grab a bite to eat at the cafe and we're back here, doing nothing. It's almost 10 and I'm not tired at all, I have too many thoughts stuck in my mind right now.

While Louis was Busy in his room ,I walk out to my balcony lighting up a cigaret. I take a drag out of it and breath the smoke out.

I place my cigarette between my teeth and leave it there while I rub my hands together trying to provide some warmth.

"Is everything okay Zayn?" Louis suddenly asks behind me.

I don't look at him, I just continue looking at the view of the busy town.

Louis doesn't say anything instead he stand next to me looking at the view.

"Pass me that cig?"

I give him my cigarette, and he takes a drag out of it and hands it back to me.

"Hey Louis?"

"Yeah Zayn?" He says looking over to me.

".. What it I won't be able to solve this case? What if I fail like the rest of those detectives?" I ask exhaling.

"Did I just hear you right, the Zayn Malik having doubts about himself?"

I shrug."what if I can't solve the case?"

"Trust me Zayn, you will solve this case."

"Why do you think so?" I turn over to look at him.

"I know so."

"But why?"

"Because I've known you all my life Zayn, and I know you never give up." He smiles patting my back. "Now I think I'm going to call it a night." He says walking away. "Goodnight Zayn."

"Goodnight Louis." I call back. I take another drag of my cigarette and continue to look at the view. Just when I was going to call it a night until something catches my eye.

Someone is parked over at the flat across the street, still inside the car, but that's not my Neighbor. I can't really identify who it is until the man turns over to look at me.

Liam?

The person who I think is Liam steps out if car and walks across the street over to Louis' and mines flat. I quickly step on my cigarette, and head inside closing the door and run down stairs.

As I get to the front door someone starts to knock.

"Liam?" I ask when I open the door. He has a worried, terrified expression his face. "What's wrong?"

"Can I come in?" He says begging me with his eyes.

"Of course," I say stepping out of his way. He enters the flat and starts to pace back and fourth. "What's wrong Liam? Is everything okay?"

"I got a call.. The same call I always get around the same time as right now." He says scratching his head. "But this time, it was more threatening I guess you could say."

"What did he say?"

"He told me to, stop writing about this case,stop talking to you or.."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll suffer the same fate as the boy Drake Rivers."

"What the hell?" I leading him to the kitchen.