the gang | zayn malik [a.u] | ✔️ | EDITING

Chapter 3.

"We?" I rose an eyebrow at his nervous expression.

"Yes we have a problem." Zayn continued. "Listen can we talk somewhere private, I don't want to get you in more trouble."

"Fine." I groaned and turned around, opening my door, allowing Zayn to come in.

"Okay Gretchen, promise to trust me no matter what happens." he looked frightened.

"Sure." I sighed, "Just get on with it."

"I'm in a gang."

"YOU'RE WHAT?!" I shouted and stood up from my bed.

"Gretchen please calm down."

"You are in a fudging gang!?"

"Fudging?" he chuckled.

"Unlike you I don't have a dirty mouth." I spat.

"Just listen." he held his hand out. "Another gang, saw me with you and now they are trying to hurt you."

"What!" I raised my voice.

"I said-"

"I know what you said." I groaned, how is this happening.

"I need to protect you, and by doing that you need to meet my gang members."

"Why must I meet them?" I spat, still trying to soak up this strange new information.

"They will be around when I'm not."

"That's really soothing, considering you hurt other people!"

"They can protect you Gretchen."

"They can protect me from what? People just like them? People just like you?" I yelled. "I may not know you like I've said millions of times before, but how can I just believe you! How can I trust that you're not the one hurting me Zayn? For all I know you walk around with guns strapped to your chest and knives attached to your calf."

"Well, I am armed."

"You're what!?"

"I'm not here to hurt you. I'm trying to help you!"

"If you would have never invited me for coffee, then I may not be in this situation."

"I'm sorry." he rubbed at his temple and sat down on Perrie's bed.

"What?" I was shocked to hear a badboy like him apologize.

"I said I'm sorry for getting you into this mess! I swear I only invited you to coffee because you're beautiful."

"What." I choked, heat flushing to my cheeks.

"Oh shit." he muttered under his breath. "Why did I say that." his face grew panicked and he glanced at me before quickly standing up and racing to the door. "Text me if you need anything."

"I don't have your-,"

"Yes you do, you should keep track of your phone in math, not safe for it to be just laying there." he winked and clicked the door shut, leaving me to process the last 5 minutes.

Zayn told me he was in a gang, I was in danger, he thinks I'm pretty?

A lot of shit happens in your second semester of college I guess.

I remained in my spot and started to weep silently. I don't know why I was crying honestly. A week surrounded with this strange male has turned into my worst nightmare.

He was gorgeous, with those brown eyes of his, or are they hazel? And those plump pink lips, the sleeves of tattooes, and the lip ring, and just everything about him made me want to talk to him all day.