Irresistible (A Zayn Malik love story)

This is a Zayn Malik fan fiction.
A 16 year old orphan named Amber has been an orphan for most of her life. Her life is suddenly about to change when she finds out that she is finally being adopted. The problem is, she has a major crush on her new foster brother Zayn Malik. But Zayn's band mate, Harry Styles, also has a crush on Zayn's new foster sister.


17. Hot Shot


     That girl has got some skills. Watching her sink every shot that she put up. I have been to those WNBA games and I swear, Amber is probably better than most of them. Her ponytail bobs up and down when she shoots. The flick of her wrist just gets me excited. Having enough skill to shot without having to look? I call that impressive. The boys have to know about this. I rebound the ball for Amber and I pass it back to her. "I'll be right back." I say to her as I walk out of the gym doors. I walk around the corner and I whip out my phone. I quickly dial Niall's number. The phone begins to ring. "Hello," The voice said o the other end with his familiar Irish accent. "Niall, bring the boys down here to the gym down the street. I have something to show you." I say. "Ok, we will be there in a few minutes. I hang up the phone when I see a figure walking towards me. "Hey there big boy," the woman said as she puts her hand on my chest. It's the front desk lady. The one who insulted Amber. "Can I help you," I manage to say. "Since you are alone out here and away from the ugly thing, I thought that we could hace some fun, Mr. Styles." She crashes her lips against mine and pins me to the wall. I try to break lose. Her hand intertwinds with my curls and she tugs on them.


     Swish. 20 free throws swished. I rebound my ball and I start to line up at the free throw line again. I pull up to take up my shot when I feel a muscular hand on my shoulder. It startles me and my shot is completely off. "Nice shot, WNBA wannabee." I hear a voice behind me. I turn around and I see three good loking guys in basketball shorts and no shirts on. "Hey sexy, this gym is for professionals in training. Get your nice ass out of here." One of them says to me. I hang my head down in shame. I just know that I will never make it to the WNBA. It has just been a dream of mine, but it will never come true. I lift my head back up just to see the three guys walking towards me. "Listen here Sexy, if you can beat me in a free throw shooting compitition, I will let you stay in this gym and you can at least try to make your dreams,"I roll my eyes at his statement,"but if I win, you, will be my bitch tonight." He finishes. I gulp. I don't want to do this. I can't risk this, but if I refuse he will think that I am worthless. I am anything but worthless. It's time to show someone who's the boss of this gym.

    "It's on." I say as I shove a ball into his chest. A smirk spreads across his face. I gulp again. What have I gotten myself into? "Bitches first." He says as he shoves to ball back at me. I glare at him. "Bastards first." I snap back at him. His smile fades away. "Whatever you say, either way, you are going to become my bitch," He says as he accepts. He lines up to the free throw line and takes his first shot. Swish. Oh God. This is not going to end well.

     NIALL'S P.O.V.

      I pull up to the gym. What does Harry want us to see? We walk into the doors and I see out of the corner of my eyes, Harry. He is making out with this woman with dark hair. Anger builds up inside of me. Where is Amber? I march over to Harry and I pull the woman off him. The woman gives me a horrible look. "We were busy doing something." She snaps at me. I ignore her and I drag Harry around the corner and I slam him up against the wall "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU HARRY!" I yell at him. "It wasn't me I was caling you and then she walked up to me and started to make out with me! She pinned me up against the wall! I couldn't do anything about it." He says. I stare into his eyes. "Where is Amber?!? Zayn is going to kill you if he found out that you left Amber alone in a public place!" I growl at him. He nods towards the gym. I let him loose and we walk to the gym, only to see Amber. Amber in danger.

     AMBER'S P.O.V.

     Swish. He just made all 10 free throws. There is no way that I can win this. "Your up, Bitch," he says as he shoves the ball into my chest. I rip the ball out of his hands and I line up to the free throw line. Swish. 1 for 1. I keep on taking my shots, hoping for the best. This is it. The last shot. I have made 9 shots out of 9. I gulp as I prepare the shooting form. I am about the shoot until I fell a slap on my ass. That did it. That caused me my fate. The ball circled in the basket, but falls out. It's over.

    I feel my body being slammed up against the wall. A pair of hands are pinning my arms above my head. I struggle to break free, but the force is too powerful. "What do you want from me." I growl at the guy. "I want you. I want me inside of you." He whispers in my ear. "I am only 16!" I say. "It doesn't matter sexy, you are mine now, and no one is here to save you. It's just me and you." He murmurs as he brushes his lips against mine. I whimper. WHERE IS HARRY?!? "Harry." I manage to say. "That curly haired guy? He isn't going to save you. He doesn't care about you. That's why he left you here with me. He isout in the hall. Making out with some chick. Just to get away from you." He says. Is that true? Does Harry really not care about me? I knew it. I knew that Harry didn't really care about me. I give up.

    I stop struggling. I was defeated. I am waiting for what is to come. Nothing. Nothing happens. The force is completely off of my arms. I am free. I open my eyes and I see the guy on the floor, being tackled be Niall and Harry. I guess Harry finally cared enough to come and save me. I grab my bag and I bolt out of the gym and on to the streets. I dash my way home. I want to be away from everthing, but mostly, I want to be away from Harry.

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