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.


5. Chapter 5:

***9:00 pm***

I have my make-up on, black skinny jeans and a leopard print shirt with my usual black and white checkered Vans.

I started pacing around the room. Waiting for Zayn to come. I head to the bathroom to check how I look. I only applied a small amount of make-up, just lipstick. light eye shadow, mascara, eye liner and blush. I look fine and I feel fine. I hear someone opening my door and enter my room without my permission, "Maddy... I told you to knock before you come in." I have my back to the bathroom door now and then I feel large, warm hands wrap around my waist and pulls me close to his body, "Can we ever meet without you touching me?" I say. Zayn chuckles behind me, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah." I take my phone and put it in my purse and headed for the front door with Zayn behind me. I see Madeline sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, a pop can beside her and she's watching a cheesy movie. She's still depressed from the whole Bob situation. All she did throughout the day was watch cheesy movies and a few chick flicks. Madeline knew that I'm looking at her, "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, just go have fun." her eyes are still glued to the TV

"I will worry about you." I say

"Abbie, you know that I hate it when you worry so much about me." she looks up to meet my eyes, "Just go."

"Fine. I'll see you later." I drop my head and walk out the door.

"Abbie, I know someone who might be good for her." Zayn says whilst taking my hand I his

"She's not ready." I let out a sigh

We get to the black Escalade on the other side of the street and Zayn opens the door for me to climb in, "You still haven't told me where we're going." I say before I get in the car

"Just wait and see, love." a smirk plays across Zayn's face


"How old are you?" I randomly blurt out

"Twenty. Why?" Zayn replies

"Just asking." I say as I put my head up against the window

As we speed by, I look at the people sitting in cafes and restaurants, living normal lives. They never had to run away from their past. They never had to start fresh by moving to a different country. I wish that I could live a normal life without the bad memories tormenting me everyday with something that is permanent. I feel a hand grab mine and it rips me away from my thoughts, "You okay? You look like you weren't thinking about something to good." Zayn says with a worried look on his face

"I'm fine." I say, then I look down at his hand, "Why did you take off your bandages, mister?" I raise an eyebrow at him 

" hands are fine."

"Yeah, they're fine and they've still got cuts on them." I look at Zayn and he didn't like the way talked back to him, "Next time, keep you bandages on until I tell you it's okay to take them off." I try to ease out his tension and it works

"Sorry Doc." he says with a smile

He takes a sharp turn down a dark alley, "Now I really want to know where you're taking me." I say as I grab onto the door handle

"On the other side of Bradford there's a nice club... It's where I work." he lets out a sigh

"You're taking your date to work?" I raise an eyebrow

"So you do consider this as a date." Zayn says

"Well, of course I do. What else would it be?" I tell him, even though he wasn't asking a question, then my eyes go big...what did I just say? " No...I um...This isn't- screw it." I sink into the chair and Zayn lets out a little chuckle

"It's alright. love."

We emerge into the other side of Bradford, the bad side, "Where are we?" I ask. Such a stupid question

"On the other side of town."

"I know, you told me that, but where exactly?"

"We're here." Zayn completely brushes me off and parks in the parking lot at the back of a large club. I jump out of the car and I can faintly hear the pounding of the music from across the lot, "You're gonna have to stay really close to me." Zayn says as his arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me close to his side

"But we're not even inside." I try to pry his strong grip around me, but it's no use. Why do I even try?

We get to the front and see a massive line, bigger than the one Madeline and I encountered. The line didn't seem to exist to Zayn because he just walked right up to the security guard, who's face lit up with a smile when he saw us, "Hey, DJ Malik!" the guard greets Zayn with a fist pump, "Is this one gonna get to hear it?" the guard points at me but still looks at Zayn. I don't understand what he's talking about

"Yeah." Zayn pulls me closer to him

"Alright. Go right through and have fun." the guard let us pass and it clearly pissed off a lot of people in the line.

"DJ Malik?" I look up at Zayn and smile, "Is that your job?" I poke a very serious looking Zayn, "C'mon! Tell me!"

"Yes." he looks down at me and smiles, "It was supposed to be a surprise."

"Aww...It's okay." I hug Zayn tightly, "But that's so freaking cool! You're a DJ!"

"Don't get too excited about it."

"Honestly, though, our jobs aren't very different."

"What's your job?" Zayn says, now poking me and I giggle, "You work at that radio station, right?"

"Yep." I say popping the 'p'

"Mind if I come work with you?" Zayn jokes but I look at him seriously, trying not to laugh

"Yes, I do mind." I close my eyes and cross my arms over my chest, then we both start laughing

"DJ Malik!" a new voice shouts from the corner of the room

"Eddie! How are you, mate?" Zayn says shaking the man's hand

"Good. And you? I see that you got someone else with you tonight?" the guy named Eddie looks at me

"Yeah, this is Abigail." Zayn pushes me forward

"Hi." I say shyly

"Aww...that's cute. Don't be shy." Eddie stretches out his hand and I nervously shake it. This guy seemed like a good friend of Zayn's but I didn't trust him. His brown hair fell to one side and his brown eyes seemed to look where they weren't supposed to, "I'm Eddie." his hand is cold and rough and he had a strong grip on my hand and I don't like it. He turns back to Zayn, "So lad, you gonna some records for your girl tonight?"

"Yeah, in a bit, but first I'm gonna dance with my girl." Zayn grabs my wrist and pulls me into the crowd of clammy, sweaty bodies. We're in the middle of the dance floor when Zayn pulls me close, "Dance for me, love." he whispers in my ear.

"I'm gonna need a drink first." I say and slightly cock my head back

"If you say so." Zayn pulls me to the bar and asks for two shots.

Once we get the shots, I look up at Zayn and I can tell that he's got the same idea as me, "Together on three?" I say and he nods, "One." I say smiling

"Two." Zayn smiles too

"Three." we say in unison

As soon as I drink the alcohol, it burns my throat and makes me feel a little dizzy. That was one strong shot. Zayn dips his head down to my ear level, "Dance for me." he orders, his lips brushing my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine but the shot has other plans for my head. I step back so I can meet his mesmerizing hazel eyes, I just look at him for a few seconds then crash my lips into his. Zayn is just a little shocked with my actions but returns the kiss. I pull away then head to the edge of the dance floor. The music immediately takes control of my entire body.

Zayn sits on one of the stools at the bar and orders another shot for himself. His back is leaning up against the bar. His Nike high-tops match his outfit, a red and white varsity jacket with the letter 'M' on the left side, with one button buttoned at the top, a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He swallows down the shot and his eyes never leave my body. I feel lots of eyes staring at me, but the pair that I care most about is the pair right in front of me. I close my eyes. The rhythm has completely captured me.  

I feel his large hands wrap around my waist and pull me close to his body, "I love the way you dance." he whispers in my ear then softly kisses my sweet spot, "I want to show you something." Zayn takes my hand but before we head off, I order another drink for myself. Zayn leads me to a staircase that's long, narrow, and spirals upwards. We climb the dark staircase and walk down a dark hallway. At the end of the hallway is a door marked "DJ LOUNGE', Zayn pushes the door open and there stood Eddie, spinning some records. He sees us and takes off the headphones that were around his neck and hands them to Zayn," Here, lad. She's all yours." Eddie says before he walks out the door. I take a sip of my drink and finish half of it.

Zayn places the headphones around his neck and looks at me with the most childish smile I've ever seen, his eyes hold a almost crazy and playful look in them. He let out a small chuckle and turned around to the stereo set and spoke into the microphone, "Vas Happinin'?! DJ Malik here and you all ready to dance? Well, Here. We. Go!" Zayn spins a record then turns around to face me, with the childish grin on his face. I laugh at his actions. He's acting like a kid!

I can hear the roar of the crowd fill my ears form downstairs and I look at Zayn, eyes wide and mouth open. Zayn chuckles at me, "They love me." he shrugs. I'm about to tell him something when I feel my phone buzz. It's Madeline.

From: Maddy:

Hey, how's it going? XOXO

To: Maddy:

Great! How about u?

I text back and she replies immediately

From: Maddy:

Good. Still watching some movies. /:

I'm about to text her back when I hear Zayn pull off the headphones and walk over to me, "Who are you texting?" he says whilst grabbing the back of my thighs and picks me up effortlessly. I wrap my legs around him

"Just Maddy." I wrap my arms around Zayn's neck and I quickly text Madeline that I'll talk to her later.

I take another big sip from my drink and finish it. I give Zayn the glass and he puts it down on the table, then he lies me down on the couch. I start giggling as he climbs on top of me, "God, you're beautiful." he says as he looks at me up and down. He dips his head and starts kissing my neck, starting from the bottom and working his way up to my sweet spot then back down again. I let out a low moan and my hand travels up to Zayn's hair, tugging on it slightly. He lets out a small growl that vibrates throughout his chest, "Not here." I whisper. Zayn is a little hesitant at first but then when he pulls away, there is an evil smile on his face. He gets off of me and  helps me up. He takes my hand then drags me outside, down the hall, down the stairs and out the back door to the parking lot.

Zayn yanks the passenger door open and I climb in, laughing. When Zayn gets in the car, he start laughing too. We both know that this is going to be fun.

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