Red ♥

Red Hair.
Red Lips.
Red Blood.
When Zayn meets Red, he's close to death.
She's his princess in combat boots.
She saves his life, and now she has to pay the price.
Survival101 - Never fall in love with the broken.


19. Anxiety

"Red! What're you doing out of jail!" Kammy stared at me, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. I ran a hand through my hair which had came loose and dragged Kayleb up so he was standing beside me.

"We found an escape route, and I couldn't leave this one behind." I patted his soft black hair and he grinned at me bashfully, obviously remembering our heated night together. I took a deep breath before collapsing on the couch. The moonlight was the only thing lighting the room until Briella flicked on the light. She looked exhausted, but happy. Her hair was a wild bush on her head, a change to her usual pretty waves. I stood up, despite my tiredness, and scrutinized her. She was wearing lingerie.

"What the fuck's going on here?!" I stormed through to Briella's spare bedroom and saw the outline of a body beneath the sheets. I couldn't hide my relief when I saw Liams blond-brown hair. 

"Red? Paraniod much?" I turned 'round and saw Zayn, grinning at me in the doorway. I stood, my heart racing. I was torn between running into his arms or running out the apartment.

"Yes, I guess. Look, Zayn, we need to talk."

Zayns brow furrowed in confusion. "When a girl says that, it's never good."

"You can say that again. My room?" I knew he wouldn't think of it like that, because he looked tired, worn out. It struck me then that he'd had so much weighing on him; One Directions tour, the signings, his family and me. 

Stricken by guilt, I stepped forward and took his hand, leading him through the living room and into the tiny corridoor where my bedroom was.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, staring down at our intertwined at fingers, a lump building in my throat. I felt so guilty, but yet I knew what had to be done.

"Zayn. . ." It sounded like I was in pain, my eyes watering.


"Sometimes, people can't stay in another persons company for too long. And sometimes, they get. . . attatched. And that's not always a good thing. I think if we were to stay together longer, I'd put you in alot of danger. And that's not something I can change. I'll always be a criminal, Malik. No matter how much you try to change me. Kayleb and I, we're the same. We understand eachother, and I know there was so many times where I thought you were the one. But nobody ever truly knows, not really. I think Kayleb is better off with me, and I'm better off with him. He's not famous, and if we were to go missing for a couple of days, people wouldn't wonder where he was. He needs me, and I need him. More than I think I do. Please, try to understand me. Think about how much it would mean, if you just moved on. Maybe go out with a female popstar. Someone better than me. That way, nobody will worry. That way, I won't have to worry. Every day, I have to think about whether you're going to make it, live or die. If I leave you, I won't have to worry about that anymore. You'll be safe, out of harms way. Heh, maybe you'll even get married." I felt tears spill down my cheeks and locked eyes with Zayn. He winced, like a wounded animal.

"I have to go now. Relocate. Somewhere the police won't find me. Give the clothes to charity, give everything I have away. I'll only need my black jacket and combat boots. Just like when we met, yeah?" I tipped his chin up so he made eye-contact with me again, and the hole in my heart didn't come. I was completely numb. I was me again.


I threw my purse, my hairbrush, my phone and a can of deoderant in my bag before putting on my black leather jacket and shoving my feet into my new boots. I felt a presence behind me and smelt a masculine aftershave meet my nose. I inhaled it, probably the last chance I'd get.

"I'll walk you to the tube station." He murmered, exhausted. I pinned my fringe back with a hairgrip and put on mascara and eyeliner before spraying some of Briellas perfume on. It was three days till Christmas and I was leaving everything. Well, maybe Christmas will be better next year. At least I'll be with Kayleb.

"Alright." I said weakly, sighing. This was it.
















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