Friendzoned? - A Zayn Malik fanfiction

Chapter 8: Prostitutes?

I woke up in a small room, or a closet. I was too dizzy to think about what it was, but I was getting claustrophobic. I was trying to figure out what I was doing here, and if this was another one of Lauren and Zayn’s sick jokes.

“Ritz? Are you awake? Oh my god, I was so worried, thank God you are awake!”

I was being embraced by Lauren and then it hit me. We were at the store, buying costumes for Halloween, when this freak kept talking about why we should buy slutty outfits and then the room went dark, and we had troubles breathing. But what were we doing here?

“Lauren what the hell is going on and where are we?”

Lauren hushed me and told me to be quite.

“They can hear us, please just whisper. I don’t know where we are, but I woke up in the truck. The freak drove us in this old truck. As soon as he stopped the truck, I pretended to be asleep again, and he carried us into this closet”

She was panicking and afraid of what might happen, but you couldn’t blame her. We had no idea where we were, and we were with the freak from the costume store.

“What do you mean you hit her? Are you out of your mind?”

Some guy was yelling as he walked closer to the closet with another guy. I couldn’t recognize his voice, but then someone else started talking.

“Sorry MB, but she didn’t pass out like the other one did. What should I do? I was panicking!”

This must be the freak who hit me. I actually forgot about it, but the pain slowly came back as I thought about it and touched the spot, in the back of my head.

“How is your head Ritz? I’m sorry; I probably pissed him of when I was rude, it’s my entire fault. I’m so sorry”

The last part barely came out as a whisper, and she started crying. I hugged her, and told her it wasn’t her fault at all, and she was brave to tell him that. As we sat there, tearing up and waiting for our destiny, the door was shut open.

“Hey girls, how are you doing?”

This must be MB. He was quite good looking, and compared to the freak, he actually looked quite normal and nice.

“Please don’t hurt us, we just wanted to buy some costumes for our Halloween party tomorrow, we didn’t do anything wrong”

Lauren started begging for her life, and I followed her, started to yell how much we would pay if they would leave us alone.

“Wait a second, we are not gonna rape you, nor kill you. This was not even supposed to happen, and of course you are free to go”

He was calm, and smiled as he said this. Even though I was grateful that he let us leave, I wanted an explanation.

“First of all, thank you for not raping us. But can you explain why the freak over there, turned off the light in the room and poisoned and then hit me in the back of my head??”

I pointed at the freak as I was getting furious. He was shaking, and had this weird facial expression. Was he out of his mind? Sure this “MB” seemed normal, but the freak just stood there, staring at us like something was wrong with US.

“I’m so sorry; Andrew never meant to hurt you. You see, I have this prostitution business aside of the store. 90% of the girls who buy costumes here, always goes for the slutty costumes, and that is a “code language” of saying they are available and stuff. It’s quite complicated but you don’t need it in details. Anyway, Andrew just started working here, and so far every girl who came, have been applying for the job as a prostitude. I usually understand when people actually come for the costumes, but Andrew here is quite mental. Sorry dude”

He looked at Andrew to apology and continued

“He panicked and he thought I’d fire him because you girls didn’t do as most girls do.  I see that I need to fire him now though, sorry bro.”

He looked over at Andrew, and it looks like he was tearing up. But I was too pissed to feel sorry for him.

“Again, I am truly sorry and you can take the costumes for free. But please don’t press any charge on us. My business isn’t 100% legal, and Andrew is seriously mental.”

I looked over at Lauren, who seemed to believe him. I thought about it for a second, but then agreed that we would leave it here. MB, whose name we actually didn’t knew, but we preferred to keep it like that, drove us back home, and apologized again.

“Wow Ritz, you can tick off “Almost being raped and getting killed by a freak” on your adventure list”

We both laughed, and entered the door. We were greeted by several cops and a very worried Zayn and my mum.

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?”

Zayn yelled looking like he was about to kill us, but still managed to embrace both of us with a hug.

“Ladies, is everything alright? The cashier and you girls went missing and your friend here called us.”

Oh. We didn’t want to tell the policemen what actually happened, because we felt sorry for MB. The freak though, needed some mental help.

“Everything is alright! We were just chatting with the cashier, and he wanted to show us something so we went to his house. He’s an old friend of Lauren, right?”

I looked at her, waiting for her to continue my lie. I could see mum and Zayn didn’t believe it, as Lauren told the cops the guy was an old friend of hers. They finally left.

“Can we get the true story now?”

My mum asked, winking at me. Lauren started telling what happened, and when she finished Zayn went crazy.

“What if they raped you? Or even worse, killed you? How is your head Ritz? I’m so sorry; this is my entire fault, if I wasn’t that obsessed with the game, this wouldn’t happen. Why the hell don’t you sue the guy who hit you though?”

He looked at me, like I have just been raped or something and I couldn’t read the emotions in his eyes. I was too tired to talk about it, so I apologized and told him that we’ll talk tomorrow. Lauren and I went upstairs after saying goodbye to Zayn.

“Did you see that? I swear Rita, that boy is all over you! How he looked at you, and you could tell he wanted to kill himself because of what happened to your heard!”

Lauren was talking nonsense, but I was too tired to argue with her.

“Whatever you say Lauri. Can we go to bed now, I can barely think straight”

“Sure Ritz, but we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow”

I couldn’t help but think about what Lauren said. Which way did he look at me? And did he really care, as much as Lauren said? This was getting interesting, but it wasn’t helping on my “get over him” plan…

“Alright Lauri. Goodnight”

I said, as I yawned and slowly fell asleep, thinking about how thinks would be if Zayn and I, started dating.

“Beep, beep”

I wanted to kill whoever wrote me a text this time of the night, but I got up and took my phone from the charge, to read the message.

From: Zayn Malik

Goodnight love, and sorry for not being there when you needed it. Sweet dreams :) xx

Oh, this boy knew how to drive me crazy.

A/N

As promised, this is the second update! The christmas break is just around the corner, and as I don't celebrate christmas, it gives me more time to write for you! Or maybe socialize... I prefer the first part. 

Please continue commenting, voting and sharing my story! It makes me want to update more often :)

xoxo

Nafisa