My lover's killer- A Zayn Malik Fan-Fic

Chapter 2

It's very weird how your life can change so suddenly. One day, your life is normal, and everything's good. But then it's like you turn away for one second and boom! Everything changes. Take my life for example. I was the shy girl, but always very happy. The happy go lucky type, as people would describe. I had my friends, and my boyfriend James, because even though my life sucked at home, they made it better at school. With them. I couldn't have asked for more. But after what happened to James, there is no way I'm going to stop. James may be dead, but the person who killed him isn't. And now its my job, to make sure that it does. But you wouldn't think that isolating yourself, running away from the only life you have ever known is not the answer. But maybe that's your choice. I sat down in the creaky wooden chair and opened the journal. Pages and pages of why this person hated me. But why? I never did anything to anybody. I don't understand how this is possibly my fault. I kept reading.

"If my life has to suck because of Her, then her life is gonna suck too." What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I put down the book, got up from the chair and looked out the window. I had been here for almost a year, and I wasent any closer to finding this bitch. It just made me think.... Am I making the right choice? But I shook that idea from my head. I didn't care for any one anymore. Because now the shy girl has a gun. Then my phone beeped.

Miss you Molly. It's been a year. Just come home. He's gone. It's over Molly. You've lost ~Kelsey.

I sighed and threw my phone on the desk. Training for a year to become an asssian and running away, is not easy. But not even Kelsey can convince me to stop. But I do miss her...

I shook my head. It's to late for that now. I've got to keep going. All I know is that this person's name is Collette LaTiese. Sounds French or something... What made me think this person was a guy?

But if I can just find this person, track them down and be done with it... Can I go on with my life?

I pulled out my laptop from my bag, and looked up the name. A picture of this girl came up. She's killed at least 16 people, and has red hair with blue eyes. No one has found her yet, and she's the most wanted criminal right now. But I could have sworn, that I knew that girls face from somewhere... I know that I know her.

My phone beeped once again.

"Give up? That easily? Wow Molly... That's so like you... I suggest you stop before YOU get hurt... But if you must try... I'm at the most crowded place in town! Xx"

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Most crowded place in town? The most crowded place in our town, was always the Arena, with the concerts and what not... If this person was smart, why would she go there? If there's a concert going on, there going to be cops there, and one's bound to find her... But I guess I would try, since this, was the closest I would get.

At this rate, anything was worth a shot.

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When I put my black Range Rover in park, and hopped out, there was so much screaming, I thought my head would literally explode. I mean I know it's a concert, but really?

This was insane!

I looked up at the ticket booth- er glimpsed at it, whenever these screaming girls wernt around it. It read "One Direction Take Me Home Tour!"

Now what the fuck was a one direction? And why would some murderer come here, I wonder.

"Scuse me?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah what?"

"You gonna buy a ticket yes or no, I don't got all day here!" the man said in a husky New Yorker/Italian voice.

"Um..." I really didn't want to waste some money on a shitty concert. But if that meant I could find Collette, then that's what I would do. "Uh yeah, gimmie one."

After I paid, I shuffled into the hot, crowded arena, and found my seat. I looked around franticly. Many red heads. But none like the one in the picture. NONE! Did this really have to happen? Because now I'm stuck here, and it's starting... Kill me now... In the name of the father, son, and the holy spirit... I prayed. When I looked up as to why the cheering got louder, the five boys on the stage answered it. They were good looking... I guess.

"Hey everyone!" one in a plaid shirt said. Ew. They were British. I hated British people. I quickly found out their names. Louis. The one with the stripes, and red pants. Harry. Curly hair. 'Nuff said. Liam. Responsible looking, plaid shirt boy. Niall. The blond boy, who dressed like a target employee. And the last one. Zayn. I cocked my head to the side a wee bit when i saw him, taking him all in. He was beautiful. He had the most perfect face, and his hair was gelled up all nice in a black quiff. I shook my head. He looks so much like James... I thought. I thought it was James coming back to me. But it wasent. Just another good looking rich snob. I was not here to see boys dance on stage and make a fool out of themselves. I came here to finish someone off. My target. I had to sit through the whole concert, and I kind of enjoyed it. But as soon as it ended, and all the girls filed out of the arena, still screaming over those boys. It was really crowded, and with the people pushing and shoving past, Im suprised that the pistol hidden in the back pocket of my black jeans didn't fall out. It was hard getting past the security guards, especialy with my high heel boots. But I made it. I made a dash for the stage, where the boys once were, running through untill I made it to the hallway. I didnt see anyone, which I couldnt decide if it was a good thing or bad. I felt my IPhone buzz in my black leather jacket pocket, and I swiftly pulled it out.

"Give up sweetie? Cuz ur real close... To going away. Xx". This message made me even more pissed. I had to find this bitch. As I kept walking, peering through any open doors or passage ways, I herd footsteps behind me. I turned around, my pistol already in hand, and gutted the person in the stomach. I put the pistol to the person's head. "Give it up Collette! Your done. Now its my turn to do the favor!" I screamed. "Collette?! Im no Collette, im not even a girl!" the person screamed. I finaly looked at the person. HE was right... He wasent Collette. It was one of those from onstage tonight.

Zayn.

Zayn's POV

When I was behind her, watching her walk, was VERY interesting, very seductive like. She was a slender, skinny girl, with long black hair, and brown eyes nicer than mine. I saw her from the stage. She was beautiful. But considring she had me at gunpoint, I was now kind of scared of her. She just looked at me. "Ughh no no NO!!" she yelled. She looked as if she would tug her locks out of her head yeah. I was confused as hell. "What?" I stood up, and grabbed her hand. She yelped as I did, and tried to pull away, which almost ending up getting kicked in the sweet spot, but I didnt let go. I put my hand over her mouth, and with all my mite dragged her out to my car. It was raining, so it was not an easy task. Once in the dry safe- or maybe safe for now car- I buckled her seatbelt, then mine, and started to drive. Once on the road, I asked "So, why did you try to kill me?"

Ok, so I kinda abandoned this, and I really wanted to update for you guys! Merry Christmas by the way!! Thanks for reading, dont stop!

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