In which a former gang member finds solace in a woman who might just be as much of a Nowhere Woman as much as he...a Nowhere Man.
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For mature audiences only
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The rough padded fingers of Zayn Malik, traces over the metal of a handgun. Rich brown eyes staring down at the crevices of the weapon as he polishes his most prized armoury- a nineteen-sixty-five stainless steel Smith and Wesson's revolver. A handgun so powerful, anyone standing on the other end of the barrel would be instantly thrown off their feet.
The soft tune of the record player emitting music in the background is heard as he hums and mumbles the lyrics. "I got flowers in the spring. I got you to wear my ring..." he sings to the voice of Sonny and Cher. "and when I'm sad, you're a clown and if I get scared, you're always around." He murmurs.
"There you are.." a soft voice speaks from the door of Zayn's weaponry room. He glances over his shoulder, recognising the voice and places his gun down when a woman lightly steps into the room and closes the door behind her. Gabby Knightley let's a pretty smile pull at her lips as she smooths out her pink striped pyjamas. Bits of her dark mid-length hair falls from a messy bun atop her head and even in her tired state, Zayn can't help but watch with admiration as she walks towards him.
"Hey Gabby, what are you doing up so late?" He asks her after glancing at the time on his watch. "It's quarter past three." He states with a furrow of his dark eyebrows as she comes to a stop in front of him. Her hand coming up to cup his cheek before she captures his lips with hers in a chaste kiss.
"I can't sleep knowing you're still in here polishing your guns and knives. I seriously think you have enough already." She grimaces a little as she looks around the room. Eyeing the many guns situated on the walls and the most deadly ones in bullet proof cabinets. "I think you should really only ever own one or two guns...this is too much." She gestures around the room.
He can't help but chuckle. "Gabby, love...I can't just have one or two guns. I have this collection for a reason. For example, take my newest edition the Sniper Rifle- you would need that to shoot from a distance. Or the Mossberg five-ninety shot gun that will cause some serious damage to the flesh...or!" He starts to get ahead of himself and Gabby feels her eyes soften as she admires him for his his odd passion.
But she can't help but feel a little unwell in the pit of her stomach knowing the love of her life is a crazed mafia member with a lot of blood on his hands. She loves his passion but doing this sort of thing can't be good for the brain.
"Zayn.." she murmurs, sweet eyes glimmering in the dim lit room as she grabs ahold of his hand. "I think you should get some rest. Especially since you leave tomorrow and I won't see you for another month or so." She whispers with her brows turned down in a small frown.
He looks back towards Gabby with a sigh. "Alright. I'll be there in a minute. Just let me pack up.."
She nods and sends him a small smile. "Okay. Five minutes, mister." She pretends to scold him and he chuckles.
