Rebel | Malik |

Red, who lives in a small orphanage with ten other people, is getting tired of doing the same thing everyday.
Zayn, who just left the band and lost his fiancé, doesn't know what to do with his life.
When Red and Zayn meet at a club, both their life's change. But is it for the better, or is it for the worst?

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1. chapter 1

Red's POV

 

"Sarah, seriously, you have to come with me! We've been planning this since the sixth grade!" She yelled over the phone, probably making a shit ton a stupid hand motions.

"First of all, my name's Red," I sighed. "And second of all, I only agreed to that because you wouldn't shut up about it."

"Sarah-"

"Red."

"Sarah, since that is your name. Why do you hate your name so much, anyway?" There was a crumple in the backround when she talked. She was probably eating chips again. 

"Because I had to hear my poor excuse of a mother call me Sarah for fourteen years." I snapped. How many times have I told her that?

"Come on, Sarah-" I hung up before she could finish. I threw my phone onto my bed, and it bounced off onto the hardwood floor. I let out a frustrated huff and went to go pick it up.

Of course it had a crack in it, now. My muscles tensed and I felt like screaming. Vass was going to kill me. I've only had this damn phone for three months. I pressed my hand to my forehead, breathing deep. He would just have to deal with it.

It was all Prep's fault. She just had to be an asshole, didn't she? Could she had least call me by my correct name? I shook my head shoved it in my leather jackets' pocket. I needed a shower.

I stepped into the bathroom. It looked just like it always did. Peeling, disgustingly coloured walls, cracks in the floor, a broken tap, (I could only get cold water), and the fresh smell of rotting eggs from the rusty pipes.

I stripped off my clothes and pulled the ponytail out of my braid. I looked in the mirror to make sure I didn't have any bobby pins left. T didn't like my hair, but I couldn't be happier with it. The left side was completely shaved, safe a strand at the bottom. The right side was sweeped right, with long, straight hair that went over my shoulder. At least Vass liked it.

I hopped in the shower, cold water blasting. I'm used to it, but of Vass didn't fix it I was going to freak. I sighed. Not like he'd listen to me anyway.

After I got out of the shower, changed and put on my makeup and hair, I went downstairs. T, Strip, DJ, and Bo were surrounding a table, munching on the cheap breakfast Vass always got us.

"Thanks for waiting," I mumbled. I strolled to the fridge and grabbed some orange juice.

"Sorry, Red. But we were hungry! Wake up earlier, lazy ass," Bo joked, throwing a cheerio at my head.

"Ow! You whore!" I threw my glass of orange juice on his shirt. He gasped and sprung up. He chased after as I ran back upstairs, laughing loudly.

I ran into my room and locked the door. I heard Bo whisper a small "damn", then leave. I laid on my bed, licking my lips. In the rush, I forgot my food and my orange juice. Damn.

After about twenty minutes of thinking, starving, and dehydrated, I rolled out of bed, groaning. I hadn't seen Vass yet today, he was probably talking to Brandy. Well, I sure as hell wasn't going anywhere near Brandy. Lord knows I'm the devil, according to her.

I grabbed my jacket and slid on my boots, jogging down the steps. The other four looked up, and Bo and DJ whistled and winked.

"Where are you going, sexy?" DJ said in a low voice, obviously trying to be seductive.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going out, I guess. Gotta go to the clurb." The 'clurb' was some stupid nickname we called the club, don't ask why because I don't know.

"Already then, but prepare for Vass' wrath." T warned, pointing a finger at me, mouth full of cereal.

"Don't worry, I will." I said sarcastically. I strolled out the door, muttering about talking with your mouth full.

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Zayn's POV

"So, um, how's the free life?" Liam asked. He sounded so awkward.

 "It's, a, it's good. I miss you, though," I muttered. God I wanted this conversation to end. I hated how the boys acted like they weren't mad at me.

"Aw, I miss you too!" He shouted. I looked around, and I noticed my sink, which was piling with dishes.

"Hey, man, I need to do the dishes, but I'll call you later, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, course. You always were horrible at picking up after yourself." He joked.

I hung up. My stomach felt queasy and I felt like passing out. I felt so ... empty. No band, no fiancé, friends that kinda of sort of hate me, a feud with Louis, and nothing to do.

Fuck.

Maybe I needed a one night stand? To get drunk? A smoke? I didn't fucking know anymore. Why'd I leave the band anyway?

I sighed, defeated. I grabbed my coat and slung it over my shoulder. Might as well go for the night night stand.

Jesus, what has my life become?

 

 

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