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.


2. I Understand

I watched his beautiful face as he slept, his hazel iris' hidden with soft eyelids. I don't know why, but I felt the impulse to stroke them, stroke the dark stubble on his cheek. I smiled fondly at his mussed hair and his black eyelashes curled against his cheekbones. Then I shoved myself from this trance, claiming this crazy thinking was a result from lack of sleep.

Just one more innapropriate thought.

"No!" I cursed and tugged off my jeans, slipping into a pair of cotton shorts and climbing into my comfy single bed which was pressed against the black walls. I liked my room; the crimson carpet, the black furniture and walls. It was . . . me. My curtains were heavy, thick velvet things, hanging on each side of my huge window. I always had them closed, the police could not know I was here.


The cops were constantly on the look out for my face, always searching. But the only thing they could confirm me by was my red hair, red lips and the amount of red blood which always stained my hands some way or another.

"Umm. . . girl?" I heard a groggy voice shout from the living room. I let out a growl and leapt out of my bed, already exhausted from tonights work. I knew I'd be woken up by screaming soon. Maybe at one o' clock, two o' clock tops. I rubbed my eyes, smudging my mascara, and padded into the living room, spotting Zayn writhing on the couch.

"It's killing me. Sorry to be a pain."

"Then die quietly." I muttered, switching on the kettle for coffe. And I thought girls complained alot!

"Please. I thought this was what you did. Ease the pain from dying victims."

Yes, that's basically what I did, but not to whining ones like him. I thought I may as well be a little kind if he wanted to survive. I softened up a little.

"You're not dying," I told him gently "you're just in a lot of pain. Here." I grabbed a packet of cotton pads from the wooden coffe table and pulled up his shirt revealing a six-pack. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Like what you see?" I batted his arm and laughed tiredly. He winced a little but bit down on his bottom lip to stop the complaining.

"Thank you." I said, smiling a little. After cleaning up the gash with antiseptic, I re-wrapped it with gauze and taped the end up so it wouldn't come out. Then I took a pot of White Tea & Jasmine Cream and applied it to the bruised area around the bandage, hoping it would reduce the swelling a little. After gently rubbing the cream in circles with my fingertips, I felt Zayn's body relax and he sighed, smiling.


"Much. You're good at this." I wiped the cold cream off my fingers and nodded.

"Practise makes perfect." I said, packing away the gauze wrap, cream, cotton pads and antiseptic.

"Thanks, alot." he said, his face now serious. I shook it off as a side-comment.

"No problem, like I said: It's my job." I got up, put the first-aid kit into the cupboard above the sink, and finished making myself a cup of coffe. I made Zayn a cup of tea.

"Wow, first-aid and a refreshment. This is like Buckingham Palace!" He smiled at me warmly and I couldn't help but smile back as I sat down on the single chair, the coffe table seperating us.

"What would you like to watch?" I murmered, taking a sip of my coffe. I felt my body rewind and relax at last. Although, I knew I wasn't getting any sleep, not tonight.

"How about Top Gear?" I wanted to laugh, what a boy program.

"How about no." I said, biting back a hysterical giggle. He had a cream mustache above his upper lip. That's when he noticed me.

"What?" Zayn's face was puzzled, his eyes wide and worried.

"What's wrong, am I bleeding again?" When he went to pull up his shirt, I ran over to him and pulled it down again, sitting cross-legged on the carpet beside the couch. "No, it's this." I picked up a napkin from the coffe table and patted his upper lip, then realisation flashed in his twinkling eyes.

"Oh, oops." He laughed, which made me laugh too. When I opened my eyes I noticed how close we were and stopped myself immediately. He cleared his throat and shot me a charming grin. I smiled back feebly and got up, dusting off my knees and going back to sit on the single sofa.

"Let's just watch The Jeremy Kyle Show, now that's good stuff!" I flicked the channel over and watched as Jeremy Kyle tried to resolve a feud between two sisters for sleeping with eachother's husbands. But life wasn't as simple as that. Nothing was. Some people couldn't fight for themselves, and that's why I'm here. I'm here to protect the idiotic and oblivious when they get themselves into shit. Nobody understands little ol' Red. Ironic name, isn't it? Red hair, red lips, well, you get the jist of it. Nobody understands the way I work, or me for that matter. As if on cue, Jeremy said something which made me laugh.

"I understand you, trust me."

Well bah humbug too that!









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