Harry vs Zayn

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My name is Harry Stylish, and ever since my girl got stabbed, I changed. It was a normal night. Drops of rain fall down from the shutters above. Drip, drop, down to my umbrella, as they slide down to the wet concrete below.

"Hey, are you cold?", I ask her, whilst walking down the shaded alley in which two buildings cover.

"Kind of," she says with a shakiness added to her voice. I let her hold the umbrella and I unwrapped myself of the leather clothing that covered me. I carefully place it on her shoulder, taking a deep smell of her hair as I get close to her.

"You smell especially good today." I grin, and she smiles at me back. She then grabs my back and pulls me in. Our lips touch, and I pulled away.

"But, but, I thought you liked Liam GlassPane?" She pulls me back in, and this time I held her back, taking it in.

"I only talked to Liam to get to you." She says with a seductive grin, "You really didn't think I liked that peice of shard." (get it glass, shard AHAHAHaahhahaa)

"Your lips taste nice." I look into her eyes. "Just wait, I've got a new idea for a song." And so, I ran ahead, and pull out a notepad from the curls of my hair. "Ummm....  Erybody wan steal ma girl... hmmm what rhymes with girl? I know! Erybody wan take her heart aweh. Ok that's good..." I flipped the cover of the pad up shove it back into my glorious hair. I flip my hair, then turn around and run back to her.

She was lying on the ground. A pool of her blood being washed away by the rain. "Oh my goodnes, what happened?! Who did this."

She coughs, covering the wound with her hand. I hold her head up and look straight into her eyes. With her last breathe and energy, she gasps out a name.

"Zayn... Malikov.", she grunts. Next thing I kew, she wasn't breathing.

I take out my notepad. "Couple million in the whole wide world...  well find another cuz she belongs to me." I drop down to my knees. I bury my head in my hands.

"ZAAAAYYYYNNNNNNNN!!!"

-Zayn's Perspective-

"Zayn, I hired you to get my girl back.", Liam GlassPane says, as he paces back and forth twisting his hair.

"Grr?, What's a Grr? Speak english please."

"Girl, G I R L."

"Gel? Sorry can you speak without the brittish accent?"

"Forget it just get her back!" Liam flashes 2 tickets of a 5SoS concert and waves them back and forth.

"Yes boss." Zayn says, as he trails his eyes to the waving paper.

Zayn snaps out of it, then walks out of the room, and starts making ground across the street. I must get those tickets! He thinks to himself, clenching his fists. 

A figure at the other side of the street stares at her...

"Omg, is that Zayn Malikov? The infamous Russian Hitman?" A girl with a really highpitched voice says, as she galops across the street.

A bus hits her

Zayn Malikov grins, "Stupid gerl.", as he keeps walking. He hears whispers,

"Damn gurrl, u smell fine today...   ...  ... But I thought u be wheeling Liam GlassPane?" the first voice says.

"I be wheel Liam to wheel u, I don't lik glass shards." the second voice says.

"It must be dem. I must quickly set up my ambush!" Zayn hides in the corner of the alley. He shifts his eyes to his left, then to the right.

"I be having  a new idea for mah new rap song, gotta ciao." the first voice informs the other.

This is my chance! Zayn walks up to the girl. "Do you hev Liam's Gel?"

"I'm sorry what?" The girl says with a confused look on her face, wiping her face with the spit from his Zayn's mouth.

"Da Gel. Do you hev the Gel." ... The confused look stayed on the girl. "I know you hev it, my name is Zayn Malikov by the way, here is my adress, name, and business card. Russian Hitman at your service." Zayn looks at the shiny blue umbrella at her hand. "Can I hev dat?"

"No! Who are you anyways, you're a creep!" She swings the umbrella at him.

"Oh you're giving it to me? Spasibo." Zayn grabs the handle and holds it over his head, spinning it to make the water fly in every direction, because he only sees the water going down, he only sees it going ONE DIRECTION lelell.

"Give it back!" The girl shrieks.

"Oh now you want it bek? Okay." The umbrella tips over towards the girl and as it was happening, zayn was handing it back to the girl...   It plunges through her body.  "Ooops, I'm sorry, I'm going to go now, hev a nice day."

Zayn gallops away like a horse and the girl is left there, on the ground.

TO BE CONTINUED

tbh idk what i was on to write this lmaoo

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