Danger (One Direction / Zayn Malik)

Chapter One - Sneaky

Danger

Alayna’s POV

 

Growing up in a home with the strictest parents to ever live, you could say I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. You become very sneaky. Especially when you live in a place where the crime rate is so high makes them extra protective.

You tend to learn how to climb out a window and scramble down the ivy on the side of the house.

When my best friend, Kyle asked me to sneak out to one of the legendary parties of the one and only Tyler Kahn, I didn’t hesitate.

I slid on my old, worn out blue Nike high tops and opened the window as quietly as I could. I stepped one leg out onto the roof and shimmied out of the small gap in the wall. The humid summer air hit me as the warm wind blew my dark brown hair around crazily.

 I shut the window silently and gasped once I lost my footing against the rough roof shingles. My legs slipped over the edge and my hands just barely grasped the gutter in time. I readjusted my fingers so they wouldn’t slide and finally found an indent in the siding where my foot could prop up. I let my fingers go and jumped to the ground, landing on the balls of my feet.

I was getting good at it.

Besides my frantically beating heart and my abnormal heavy breathing; everything around me was calm. Someone’s headlights shined down the dimly lit road of Ballinger Drive.

My house was at the end of the shady, unkempt neighborhood, the car approached the house slowly. Recognition took over me once I realized it was my best friend Kyle’s car.

I stalked over to his car and growled lowly, “Turn off your fucking headlights.  You’ll wake my parents.Their window is right there!” I turned to point to the window right in front; their blinds slightly open just a crack.

“Feisty,” Kyle purred, “I like it.”

“Conceited,” I growled, “Don’t like it.”

Kyle chuckled deeply, but it sounded off; and opened the passenger side’s door.

Well, let me fill you in on something about Kyle. Kyle was part of a gang, a gang that could get into a lot of trouble if the police in the town actually cared.

I hopped into Kyle’s beat up pickup truck and lifted my feet onto the dashboard.

“You know you should really get a new car.” I teased and looked outside the window at the passing houses. Each one of the houses looked the same. They all had the same smashed, broken, or grimy window. Each had the same beat up car and the same washed out look.

“You should really drop the attitude.” Kyle snapped right back shooting me annoyed glance.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him with my forehead creased in worry. Something wasn’t right and I could tell.

 His posture was rigid and tense. Something gnawing away at the back of his mind like a parasite.

“Don’t look at me like that, Layna.” He muttered and turned his gaze back to the dark road, his headlights only penetrating the darkness to a certain extent.

“What’s wrong, Kyle?” I asked softly, my hand gently resting on his shoulder.

“I told you not to get into this, Alayna. I told you! You promised you wouldn’t push!” Kyle spat and shook his head to clear the horrible thoughts out of his head.

I flinched back at his sudden outburst and removed my hand from his shoulder, “Sorry.” I mutter.

I watch as Kyle bites down on his bottom lip so hard it starts to draw blood and I yelped, “Kyle! You’re scaring me!”

Kyle turns to me, his eyes cold. “They’re back. They’re back and they’re going to come after our gang. I just know it. We shouldn’t have crossed them.”

“Who?” I asked, “Whose back?” I continued to push.

“Zayn Malik and his fucking crew, that’s whose back!” Kyle’s voice rose with every word he spoke, fear reflected in his light blue orbs.

“I won’t ask any more questions.” I quietly whispered, turning back around in my seat, staring out the window.

After a few minutes of painfully awful silence, Kyle rounded a corner and approached an expensive looking house. Well, at least to me it looked like an expensive house. To anyone else just visiting here would think it was an old, run down shack.

I hopped out of the car, trying to avoid any more awkward conversations and slammed the car door shut. I'm not sure where Kyle went off to, but something tells me it was to meet up with some skanky girl.

I could hear the booming music sounding from the house, a small smirk slipping onto my face.  As I walked up to the door I passed couples making out. I passed some guy pleading a girl to come home with him. *Insert scoff here*

I also passed a group of guys; each one looking scarier and tougher than the one previously.

The first one was has blonde shaggy hair swooped to the side of his face. His mesmerizing eyes were burning into the side of my face as I passed.

The next boy was taller; he had bright green eyes that no doubt made every girl drop their panties. He had a head full of curls, and the whitest smile I had ever seen.

The next two boys were both silently staring at me, almost undressing me with their beady eyes. One had brown hair styles up into a quiff and bright blue eyes. The other boy had brown curly hair that made you want to run your fingers through it.

Lastly, the only boy left. Well, he had dark black hair styled up into a steep quiff. His dark caramel eyes were almost as amazing as his long eyelashes that touched his eyebrows whenever he looked up.

But, the scariest part about him was the aroma of danger he gave off. He gave you the strong feeling of wanting to run away and never look back. He brought a cigarette to his lips and took a painfully long drag, before dropping his eyelid in a sleazy wink, looking straight at me.

Before I could even react someone was pulling on my arm, dragging me away from the group of intimidating boys. I looked up to meet piercing blue eyes.

"You're here with Kyle, right?" The boy asked.

I nodded slowly and took in the boy, his ruffled hair styled to the side and out of his face. His jeans were ripped and worn, and his shirt clung to his sculpted abs.

"I'm Tyler. Tyler Kahn. I'd suggest you stay away from them. They're dangerous. People around this town don't call him danger for nothing." Tyler muttered, glaring past me at the group of boys.

"Danger? Who's danger?" I questioned.

"Zayn Malik. The one that just winked at you."