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.


4. Bones & Bruises

It'd been a long day, and I was ready to take a long walk. It had just turned 9 o' clock and Zayn was sleeping, curled up on the couch like a baby. I quickly kissed his forehead before changing quickly into my night-gear. After sliding on my boots and slipping into my leather jacket, I shut the apartment door behind me quietly, as to not wake up Zayn. Taking a deep breath, I bolted down all three flights of stairs and out into the cold night.

The ice on the roads didn't bother me much, it was nearing winter and I'd took a brand new pair of boots from Shoe Zone earlier in the week. After scanning the streets and looking for some helpless idiots, I decided to take a break tonight, it was well-deserved anyway.

I backed down into a dark dead-end which was wedged between to buildings and fell against the wall, looking up at the moon and stars. It was breathtaking.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I spun on my heel and faced the shadows lurking behind me.

"Who's there?" I hissed, croushing down - full attack-mode.

"You really don't recognise this voice?"  It was a british accent, and we were in London. Obviously not. But then I realised this voice was husky and seductive. There was only one person I could tag right now.

"Harry?" My breath caught in my throat and Harry stepped out from the shadows and spread out his arms.

"In the flesh." he took another step closer to me and I growled, standing up, my fists clenched.

"Ooh, fiesty. I like it." I was not in the mood for his games! I sprung at him and tackled his body to the ground, lashing out with my fists. He rolled me over and pulled me up, shoving me back against the brick wall of the alleyway.

"What makes you think you can beat me?"

"My brain makes me think, moron!" I kicked him hard inbetween his legs and grounded my elbow into the centre of his spine when he keeled over in pain. He let out a strangled groan before standing erect and turning to swing at me. I caught his fist and twisted his arm but he swung me round and held me in a tight headlock. I was calculating every move he made, mentally trying to figure out which one came next. He was better than last time, and I wasn't planning on losing to him again. I bit into his arm and he swore, letting go of my neck. I turned and kicked the back of his knees, making him fall to the ground. I didn't have time to celebrate - one of the many rules I attempted to maintain: Never celebrate too early.

I grabbed a bunch of his curls in my fist and pulled him up to look at me. Blood dripped down from his hairline to his chin, his eye bruised and swelling.


"You'll pay for this, Red." he growled, writhing beneath me. That's when my mobile buzzed in my pocket. I knew it was Zayn calling from the apartment phone.


"Just be glad I didn't tear your throat out." I retorted, worried that Zayn would come out looking for me.

The last time I saw Harry, he had a gun to my temple and was holding me infront of my boyfriend. It hurt just to think about it.

"It's a shame I don't have any money to pay with." I dropped my grip on his hair and stood up, brushing off the dirt. I knew he'd left a few bruises and cuts on me, he always did. And he'd be back for more if I wasn't careful. He wouldn't rat me out to the police, because I'd do the same to him. Harry would seduce me, then kill me. I just had to keep my guard up from now on.

"I have to get back. There's somebody waiting for me." I turned away and smiled wickedly when I heard him struggling to get up.

"To who? Your dead lover?"

"YOU MORON!" I could think of so many bad things to call him, but that was the first thing that popped into my head. I swung round and punched him hard in the jaw.

"Oh, Red?" He was still standing, and that had to change.

"What?!" I spat.

"You didn't hear anything about a guy called Zayn, did you? Part of our new band, One Direction. Don't think I won't rat you out, Red. They won't believe you if you try to blame a murder on heart-throb Harry Styles. I'll get away with everything." His green eyes turned into slits and I kicked him again before turning around and swallowing back tears.

I couldn't believe it. Zayn . . . no.


"Save it for the court, Styles." I grimaced at him before breaking into a sprint. I ran all the way back to my apartment, fighting tears the entire way.
















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