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.


3. Morning

"Morning, sleeping beauty." I set down a plate of buttered toast and a mug of hot chocolate. The living room was flooded with a warm honey glow when I opened the cutains across from where Zayn was snoring. It felt more like home in the morning, the smell of toast and bacon, the warm atmosphere and the company. But Zayn had to leave today. I watched, smiling, as his eyes fluttered open. Then I whipped his head with the teatowel I was holding.

"Ouch!" he clutched his hair in a desperate attempt to fix it back into its normal quiff. I couldn't stop laughing, this guy was too good to be true.

"Such a girl!" I pulled his hands down to his lap and smoothed his hair into some resemblance of order.

"There." I breathed, his eyes penetrating mine. His breath didn't bother me, but I couldn't find any reason to pull away at that moment. I gulped as his eyes closed, his lips puckering to kiss mine. Oh god. Kissing was my weakpoint. At the precise moment when his face drew closer to mine, all resolution to ever get involved with someone, flew out the open window and out my mind. But then I knew a loophole out this situation. I could kiss him, kind of, and still keep my dignity. I melted into the kiss, and just before his tongue tried to slip in, I blew a rasberry with my lips and ran into the kitchen giggling.

"Aw, GROSS!" I watched as he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and stared at the lipstick mark smeared across it.

"Haha, I can't say you didn't deserve it, trying to seduce me like that." I walked back into to the living room and wiped his hand and mouth with a teatowel. I didn't think about the fact that he could see my face clearly after getting over the shock of last night.

"Yeah, I'm totally in love with you. Now after I get out of here we can skip through meadows, hand-in-hand, farting raimbows!"

He rolled his eyes when I fell back onto the couch laughing. What he said next stopped all laughing.

"You've got a really pretty pair of eyes there."  My heart wrenched in my chest and I sat up, wide eyes fixed on the floor.


By now he'd probably of memorised every feature of my face, every eyelash stuck to those stupid eyes of mine. Every stupid red hair folicle stuck to my stupidstupidstupid head! Urgh! I burried my head in my hands and groaned. Bad Red! Bad!

"What's wrong, girl?" I looked up from my hands and glared at him from beneath my black eyelashes. "Wrong? Everything's wrong! You know what I look like!" I sighed and threw back my head, hitting the chair.

"Damn!" I wrung my hands together in a desperate attempt to compose myself.

"Look, I don't know why you're so worried. Just because I can . . . see your face. . . ?" He was confused, I could tell. Well, I may as well go to hell with a smile on my face.

I sighed and told him:

"Look, I'm being hunted down by the police. I try to get rid of all the bad guys in this city, but in London, the crime rate just flies up. I try and try not to get attached to the victims I help, but you. . . ughh! Y'know what? The police don't even know what to look for. If you told the police about this, about me, then I'm finished. I'm on. . . London's most wanted, something like that. Anyway, just promise me, please, that you won't tell the police you've been with a girl with red hair. That's all they'll need. The very word 'Red' and I'm a gonner."

He just lay there for a bit, staring blankly at me before nodding and smiling.

"Alright, Red. Alright.. I get it, nobody needs to know about this. But can I stay here for just a few more nights? I don't have a concert until Friday, it's Tuesday. Just please? Maybe my wound will've healed by then."

This was all I needed right now. Maybe some company would stop me from falling apart. I nodded mutely and he smiled.

"Okay then. Is there anything I can do?"

"Yeah, stay there and let me clean that blood up. Oh, and eat your toast, bacon and eggs." I grabbed a slice from the stack of four I'd made for him and took a bite out of it.

"Feel any better?" he asked me after I polished off another two slices and a bowl of scrambled eggs.

"Yeah." I burped. "Umm.. excuse me?" I chuckled when he grinned at me.

"Don't worry. I've never met a girl who eats like a guy before." I whacked him across the side of his head before going into the kitchen and retrieving my first-aid kit from the cupboard. I soaked some gauze in cold water for a few minutes before going into the living room and sitting beside Zayn while he lay tense on the couch.

"I told you, just relax. It can't be that bad. It's not infected by the looks of it." I unwrapped the old gauze from last night and dropped it into the bin which was nestled between the two couches.

He didn't wince or 'ouch' or anything this time, for which I was eternally grateful. Then when I put the cold bandage on the injury he grunted, his eyes tearing up.

"Shhh, it's alright." I began stroking his forehead while I bandaged him up, humming an old Irish folk song. "It's almost done." I sealed the gauze, packed away for what seemed the trillionth time, and just slid the kit beneath the couch. I'd re-wrap it again tomorrow.

"Can I have some more of that cream? It actually felt really nice when you put it on last night." I pinched his toned stomach.

"Don't say it like that." I said, grinning.

"You have dimples." he whispered, stroking my cheek with his hand. I smiled and nodded.

"Well, you're all fixed up. Here." I began rubbing in the cream again with the tips of my fingers and he smiled, closing his eyes. He was enjoying this pampering far too much, in my opinion.

"There." I put the cream away. I knew I'd have to nick some more of that stuff by the end of the week.

"I'll get you to do my back next time." He winked and I smacked him lightly across the head before swaggering into the toilet to get a shower.

"Don't underestemate me sweetcheeks!" I called, before shutting the bathroom door.











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