The Ride Of My Life - Book 3

Chapter 15

Hey everyone, just letting you all know that I’m nothing but a hypocrite :) I know that I said that I was going back to Niall’s POV but for this chapter it really has to be Zayn’s! I’m sorry – but I hope you enjoy oh and QOTD: Who do you think is the leader?  xx

 

A week had passed although it felt like a day. Everything went so quickly. I was floating and flying above the clouds yet as soon as I dropped back down to hell, I needed another rush.

“Malik,” someone chuckles, shaking me of all my thoughts, “Malik drink up mate.”

“Oh right,” I breathe, somehow feeling as if I were losing my mind. There was not much left of me. I didn’t smile, laugh, cry, get angry in fact I felt as if I were a just a moving body that roamed the streets in search of a good time and for me, a good time consisted of drinking until I threw up or plunging pills down my throat so I would fall asleep – at least to get me out of my agony for a while.

I scull down the bitter drink in front of me, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I flicked my hair up. “So do you know what’s on tonight?” Brendan asks me, his lip bitten. I hadn’t told him anything. I didn’t want to tell anyone or even mention anything. What was the point?

“What?” I ask, my lip bitten.

“Bit of a party down in Bradford mate – everyone is going.” He chuckles out and I tilt my head to the side.

“Yeah?” I breathe huskily, knowing I needed a kick sooner or later.

“Yeah. Loads of birds in Bradford mate – you should know that.” He winks.

“U-Uh-”

“Oh shit, sorry I forgot you were in a relationship.” He gets out slowly, looking down. “But you can still have a good time.”

“I’m not in a relationship.” I get out, clearing my throat.

“The other day you said you were in one?” He gets out, head tilted to the side out of confusion.

“I’m not.” I say bitterly. “And I’ll never be in one again.”

“Great.” He grins. “Tonight it’s going to be you and me, my friend. I’ll find you the hottest girl in the room and you do the same for me – do we have a deal?” He smirks.

I just nod, placing my hand on his back as we walk toward our bikes. I stared at my bike, almost feeling sick. I’ve only ever taken one person for a ride on my bike and it hurt me seeing it. I clenched down on my fist and sculled down the rest of my drink, shoving the glass to the ground hearing it smash. People around all looked up at me outside the bar yet I didn’t care.

We sped off. I followed his bike down to Bradford. I bit down on my lip, following him off of the bike as we walked toward a large gang house. I sighed, remembering being here for a couple of deals and whatnot – certainly not an important gang.