The Darkness Within~Zayn Malik Fan Fiction~

Abigail Rose Cartwright is just out of high school and is happy that she gets to live with her best friend, Madeline Scott. To celebrate, the girls have been planning for their night out in Bradford. When Abigail meets someone that she was forced to, everything goes wrong when their dark pasts collide.


11. Chapter 11:

***Abigail's P.O.V.***

***7:00 PM***

I still feel guilty about what happened earlier today. Madeline is right... I'm just a little bit over protective, but I have my reasons. I've tried apologising to her, but she keeps denying me. She never told me anything about her date or when she's going. I hear the front door close, so that just answered my question. She left for her date so I'll get ready for mine. I get off my bed and walk into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and change into my soft pink high-low with a black laced long-sleeved shirt and my black heels. I applied a light amount of make-up and made a Katniss braid in my hair; starting from the left side and ending at the right. I smile at the outcome and realize that it's now quarter to 8. I walk out of my room and stop dead in my tracks with wide eyes. Eddie was sitting on my couch with his feet resting on the coffee table, "Hey sexy." he smirks and looks at me up and down, "Long time, no see. How are things?"

"What do you want from me?" I narrow my eyes at him

"I have a message for you." he stands up and slowly walks over to me. I step into the kitchen and pull out the drawer with all the knives, just in case if this bastard wants to try something

"From who?"

"Chris d'Angelo."

My eyes widen at the name. Britain's biggest drug dealer. Filthy rich. Police have never caught him, probably never will because he's so clever.

"Wha-?" I shake my head in disbelief

"Believe it, babe." he smirks

"Tell me the damn message then get the fuck out." I spit

"He said to meet him at the old abandoned warehouse. He said you would know where to go."

"When does he want me to go?"

"Tomorrow at midnight." he places his elbows on the counter and leans over to me

"Is that all?" I raise an eyebrow at him

"I don't know. Do you want me to do something?" he raises the left side of his mouth

"No. Get. Out." I point at the door

"Alright." he raises his hands and walks towards the front door, but then stops in the doorway of the kitchen where I'm standing and looks at me; eying me up and down, "Damn..." he licks his lips, "What I'd do..." he whispers and I take a step back

"I said, get out." I gain confidence and take a couple steps and push Eddie towards the door

"No, no!" he spins around and pushes me against the wall. He brushes a strand of hair that fell out and puts it behind my ear. He sees the mark Zayn gave me yesterday, "Oh, Zayn..." he lets out a sigh, "You and your markings." he traces his finger over the mark and I get shivers from disgust, "Hmm... I wonder what Chris would want with you."

"Oh shut up and stay away from me. I can take care of myself." I try to push Eddie away but he doesn't move

"I'm worried about you." he fakes all the sympathy

"I'm flattered." I say sarcastically, " But you don't need to worry."


"Stop calling me 'babe' or 'baby', I'm not yours." I snap

"You could be." he leans his head a little lower and tries to kiss me

"Get out and never come back." I push him back with all my strength

"You know," he chuckles as he leans his back on the wall, "I might not be the only one to come here."

"What? Who else will come here?" I start feeling a little worried for Madeline. She usually stays home alone

"Kiss me, then I'll tell you." he smirks

"Fuck off." I spit

"Ouch..." he pretends to wince then steps towards the door, "Oh and by the way," he turns to face me, "don't tell Zayn about what just happened or else it won't be good for either of you." he walks out and I sink to the floor.

I won't tell Zayn. I don't want to tell him. I can't let him know anything. I let out a sigh and I hear a car pull up outside my door. My head snaps up and I stand up from the floor then run to my bedroom. Just then, I heard my doorbell ring. I grab my small purse and place my phone in it and run to the door. I open it with a huge smile on my face. Zayn bites his bottom lip and eyes me up and down, "Never wear skirts when you're on a date with me." he winks

"Oh shut up." I poke him and I walk out of my flat, closing and locking the door behind me

"Seriously." he grabs my hips from behind and pulls me to him

"Pfft! You'll never get under this skirt." I giggle

"We'll see." he turns me around and softly kisses my lips.

We get into his black Escalade then Zayn places a blindfold in my lap, "What?" I look at him and furrow my eyebrows together

"Put it on, love." he smiles mischievously

"Ugh... Fine." I sigh and put it on

After about 20 minutes of driving to I don't know where, the ride gets a little bumpy, "Woah." I feel Zayn intertwine his fingers with mine and chuckles

"We're almost there, babe."

Suddenly, the car comes to a stop. Zayn lets go of my hand and gets out of the car. It's silent for a few seconds until my door opens, "I'm here, Abbie." I stretch my hand out in search of Zayn's and I find it. I tightly hold onto it as my feet search for the ground, but fail. I hate not being able to see what's going on

"Zayn..." I plead

"Alright." he chuckles and I fall into his arms. I hold onto his leather jacket as he wraps his arms around my waist. He lets go of me then picks me up bridal style and walks somewhere. He puts me down then unties the blindfold. I squint my eyes so they can adjust to the dim lighting. Once they adjust, I'm completely taken aback. I gasp and look around. We're by a lake with trees all around and on the trees were lights that hung down low

''Zayn...'' I cover my mouth because it's open wide

''How is it?" he asks with a worried look on his face

"I'm speechless." I move my mouth but no words come out, "No one has ever done this for me, Zayn. Thank you." I turn around and hug him. I press my lips onto his and we savour the moment until he pulls away and leads me to a little picnic set-up at the edge of the lake with candles lighted, "How did you do all of this?" I ask, looking all around me and seeing that the trees are so high up

"I had a few of my lads help me." he admits

"Well, you all did amazing." I smile

We sit down on the blanket and there is a plate with sandwiches, a cooler with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, "God help me, Zayn!" I giggle

"What? A bit too much?" he furrows his eyebrows together

"No! Not at all! It's all so amazing. Thank you. I'm never gonna stop saying thank you." I smile as Zayn hands me a glass of wine

"We should go skinny dipping." he evilly smiles at me

"In your dreams."

"Oh, it is."

We start talking about stupid and funny things that happened to us. A few childhood memories, but I never mentioned about what happened to my parents or Madeline's. We told embarrassing stories and a few facts about ourselves. I didn't have a worry in the world. This night was romantic and fun. I would really never forget it. I completely forgot that Maddy was on a date and that Eddie broke into my house, but right now, I didn't care.

I lock eyes with Zayn and we smile at each other, then he places his glass down beside him. He crawls over to me and takes my glass and puts it with his glass. He climbs on top of me and caresses my face his hand. He gently rubs his thumb over my cheek and my arms wrap around his neck, slowly bringing him closer to me. Our lips brush but he pushes them together, "You're so beautiful." he whispers in the kiss and his hand travels down the side of my leg and brought it up to his side. His hand then began rubbing up and down my leg. I started to fist Zayn's hair and things got a little more heated. Zayn sat up and placed me on his lap so I straddled him. Zayn grabbed onto the back of my thighs and effortlessly picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled away from his lips but then traveled down to his neck. I softly kissed him and bit his ear lobe. Suddenly, I'm pressed up against the door of his car and he begins to grind against me. I throw my head back and Zayn attacks my neck, biting my ear lobe and kissing my sweet spot. Zayn grinds a little harder and moans escape my mouth. His hand searches for the door handle and when he finally found it, he stopped grinding and placed me in the car. He quickly ran back to the picnic and grabbed our stuff. He ran back to car, got in and we sped to his flat.

On the way, I decided to tease Zayn by moving my skirt a little higher, biting on my finger and rubbing my hand over his lap, "I'm already turned on, Abbie. Just look." he points at the bulge in his pants and I giggle with his frustration, "So stop or else I will pull over and give it to you here. My windows are tinted for a reason." I take my hand away from his lap then trace my finger along his tensed jawline. I laugh at his restraint.

A minute or so later, we reach Zayn's flat. He jumps out of the car and jogs over to my side. He opens the door for me and pulls me into his arms, roughly kissing me. I walk backwards to his door and Zayn pushes me up against it. He unlocks the door and our lips never parted. We get inside and Zayn slams the door with his foot behind him. We get into the bedroom and Zayn lies me down on the bed. He pulls away from me and throws off all his clothes. I slip out of my skirt but I don't want to take off my shirt. Zayn climbs on top of me and traps my hands with his large one. He smashes his lips onto mine once more and his tongue gains entrance into my mouth. He slowly pulls down the zipper on the back and I arch my back. He zips it all the way down and slowly slips it off of me. He throws it to where the rest of our clothes are and my bra soon follows. I crawl up the bed a little and Zayn slips my underwear down my thighs. He pulls down his boxers and pulls away from the kiss, "Are you a virgin?" he asks me and I nod my head, "Do you want me to do this?" he looks at me, worried and I nod my head again, "If I'm hurting you, you have to tell me, okay?"

"Okay." I whisper then Zayn slowly enters me and I fist onto the back of his hair. Our lips connect and he softly kisses me as his hips rock back and forth

"You're so tight. I'm not used to it." he chuckles

I moan and his name slips my mouth and he rocks a little harder, "Zayn..." I moan

"I'm right here, baby." he whispers

"Zayn, I think-" I release and Zayn follows after me. He exits me and pulls up his boxers. He sits me up and pulls me close to his chest. No! I don't want him to see- Too late. His hand traces the scar along my back

"Abbie...?" he looks at me but I close my eyes, "Abbie, look at me, please." he takes my chin and I open my eyes, "Who gave you that scar?" he asks with anger boiling in his eyes

"Zayn, please, I don't want to talk about it." I whisper, "It's nothing."

"A scar that runs from your shoulder diagonally to your hip is nothing?" he knits his eyebrows together

"It was a long time ago and I really don't want to talk about it, please, let's just sleep." I sigh and crawl under the covers. Zayn does the same and cuddles with me. He pulls me up to his chest and kisses the top of my head before resting his chin on it

""It's the imperfections that makes us who we are and beautiful." he says, "And you said that I would never get under your skirt." he chuckles, "Goodnight, babe." he whispers

"Goodnight, you crazy bastard." I giggle before falling asleep

I probably won't ever tell Zayn about my scar. It's too painful. Only Madeline knows how I got it, because she was there.

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