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?


2. chapter 2

Chapter 2

Red's POV

The music blared through the room, disco balls at every turn. I could swear I was going blind from all the flashing lights. People were crowded around the dance floor, currently watching a guy doing crazy flips.

I went over to the bar, which was filled with sleazy drunktards. Two men turned towards me, a dirty grin on their faces.

"Hey baby, wan' me ta buy ya a drink?" The first one slurred. His head was almost bald, and he was definitely in his late fifties.

"No thanks, fuck nugget." I snapped back, flashing him a smirk. The man cursed at me for about two minutes, before the bartender came by.

"Sir, I'm going to have to asks you to leave this club. Security!" The bartender waved his hand at a big, buff guy in a black suit and sunglasses. The old man jumped up and ran, with the security guard chasing him.

I laughed and grinned at the bartender. "Thanks, man"

"I really hate those slimeballs. Always coming here and harassing woman." He sighed. "It's annoying as hell to see it. Anyway, can I get you a drink? Straight vodka shots are now five fifty."

"Sounds good. Actually, give me two. I could use them after that experience." I joked. He laughed and went to the back. I heard a clink of glass and he came out with two shots.

"Here you go, ma'am. Call me if you need anything else." And with that he walked to another customer. I downed both my shots, and relished in the buzz that went through my body. I don't drink that often, but it's relaxing after living in the hell that is the State Orphanage.

I waved my hand for another shot. An hour later, I guessed I had about ten shots, but I wasn't sure, since I couldn't think straight anymore. My vision was fuzzy, too. Weird.

"Hey!" I called to the bartender, waving him over to me. He strolled over and nodded, signalling he was listening. "What time is it?"

"About one AM." He answered.

"Shit. Gotta go. Here, keep the change." I threw some money on the table and stood up.

"Thanks, ma'am." Was all he said. He disappeared into the people overcrowding the bar. I walked to the front door, a wobble in my step. I wasn't drunk ... I think. I'm pretty sure.

As I headed out the door, a cold blast of air hit me. Jeez, it was cold out. I headed down the street, knowing I'm going to get shot by Vass for being out so late.

I suddenly felt my back slam into the wall. When I opened my eyes back up in shock, I was met with a dirty, grimy face. It was the old guy from the bar.

"Since ya won' let me take ya, I'll just take ya!" He shouted, grinning, his yellow and black teeth showing. I screamed and kicked him in the crotch. He yelled and let go of my arms. I tried to run, but a second pair of arms caught me and pulled me to the ground. I looked up. It was the second guy from the bar.

"Let me go, you drunken bastards!" I screamed, attempting to push him off me, but he pinned my arms. The first guy limped over to me, an enraged look on his face.

"Ya bitch!" He rasped. He bent down and grabbed hold of my crop top. He ripped it off, which showed my red bra. I screamed and hollered, and I felt tears forming in my eyes.

Suddenly, the man was punched off of me. I jumped up and looked. The man was unconscious. A hand grabbed my jacket, swooping me up in his arms. I heard the first man try to run after U.S., but groaned from moving his crotch.

After ten blocks, he stopped and put me down. Only when the wind hit my stomach did I remember I didn't have a shirt on. "Oh my god, don't look!" I yelled, covering my chest with my arms."




Zayn's POV

"Sorry, sorry. Um, here, take my jacket." I handed her my leather jacket. She snatched it from my hand. I heard rustling and the zipping sound.

"Um, thanks, uh ..." She muttered, trailing off. I opened my eyes cautiously, sure it was safe to look.

"Oh, uh, Zayn. Names Zayn." I said awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck.

She gave me a tiny smile. "I'm pretty sure everyone knows your name, dude."

My cheeks turned bright red. "Yeah, I guess they do. So, um," My heart was pumping so loud i was sure she would hear it. "Where do you live? I can drive you there." I offered.

"I actually live in an orphanage, but it fucking sucks there. Vass, the owner, absolutely hates me. And I only have four kind of friends, and the other six just don't like me because of the way I dress." She ranted. I honestly didn't mind. Living like I do, I couldn't imagine having to deal with that.

"Wow, that really sucks. I could get you a hotel, or you could ... Um ... come to my place?" It was more of a question to me. Was it really a good idea to bring this random girl to my house.

"That'd be so sweet! If you don't mind, considering I don't even know you. Why are you offering, anyway?" She asked.

"I just feel bad about want almost happened back there." I explained, but I was really explaining it too myself.

"Well okay then. If you really are okay with it. Show me where your car is and let's go."

We walked to my car and she hopped in. "Show me the money! Y'know, cuz your rich." She joked, slapping my shoulder.

I chuckled. "Very funny."

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