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?


3. chapter 3

Red's POV

"I mean, all I'm saying is that the song is good!" I argued.

"Really? You like The Wanted?" He gave me a disappointed look, and I laughed.

"You sound like my father." I joked. I felt a stab of pain hit my chest. Bad joke, Red.

"I try." He smirked, turning left. A giant house appeared in front of me and I gasped embarrassingly loud. Zayn laughed and shook his head.

"What?" I asked, "Is it my fault I live in a shitty orphanage? This house is a fucking mansion!" I yelled, leaning over the dashboard. I was almost annoyed by his cockiness, but I knew I wasn't any better. Hey, at least thing guy had hot water. He had to in a place like this.

He parked outside the door, shutting off his car. We both stepped out of the car, and he lead me to the front door. He paused and looked at me.

"Are you ready for this?" He whispered mockingly. I shook my head and pushed my way through the doors. I stopped in cold blood and gaped. It was so fancy I swore I just stepped into Brad Pitts home.

"This is so amazing, dude! Man, I should be famous!" I mused, turning to look at him.

"Darling, this is just a lobby type thing. I'll show you the rest of the house."

The 'rest of the house' was at least a hundred rooms, a pool and hot tub, a bar, an entertainment room, a bathroom solely for hair purposes, and random rooms that seemed were just there for nothing.

"So, if you wanna stay the night, there's lots of spare rooms if you want." He mentioned, plopping down on a leather couch in the one of many living rooms.

"What, you don't wanna cuddle?" I pouted. I crossed my arms and flicked my eyes up at him through my eyelashes.

He nervously shifted and swallowed. "Oh, uh, yeah, we can ... Cuddle, if you want."

"Relax, I'm just pulling your strings." I sat down beside him, an amused tone in my voice.

"Mmmm," he hummed,"You are quite the jokester, Red."

"It's my best quality, really." I stretched and lazed out, draping my arms over the couch.

"Please, get comfortable." He joked. "Would you like a drink?"

"I'll take whatever you got, I ain't picky."

"Vodka shots?"

"You know me so well, already."

He laughed and went to the bar in the next room. He seemed like a nice guy, with actual manners, compared to the sleazy men at the bar.

I looked down, reminded of the fact I was only wearing Zayn's jacket. I groaned in disbelief as I remembered I had left my own jacket in the bar.

Stupid, stupid. But I'll admit, Zayn's jacket smelled good. Like cologne and manliness.

"Here you go, Ma'am." He handed me a shot, in a fancy shot glass.

"Must everything be fancy in this house?" I rolled my eyes, but a grin was on my face.

"Yes, I do believe it is necessary." He used an annoying high pitched voice. I groaned and downed my shot.


"Okay, well, checking google maps, the orphanage is only a few blocks away. I can walk." I slurred. Zayn nodded and set his shot glass down. There had to be 20 shot glasses on the table. Why we didn't use the same one twice, I would never know. Or care.

"I can drive you." He tried to stand up, but fell back down, limp on the couch. "On second though, no I can't. Be safe, okay?"

"Yeah, course. Boy, do you get caring when you're drunk." I giggled, standing up slowly.

"Hey, weren't you already drunk this evening?" He asked, licking his lips. God, was I tempted to kiss him. But if I did that, I'd never make it back to the orphanage. I was already dead for staying out so long.

"Yeah, it wore off. Anyway, I really need to get home." I breathed; my stomach churned.

"Okay, okay. But, here," He grabbed a pen and ripped a piece of paper off an old bill. "Take my number. I'd like to see you again, If that's okay."

I smiled. "Totally. Yeah, for sure!" I stuffed the paper in my jacket pocket. "Wait, I still have your jacket."

"Keep it." He gave me a warm smile, his eyes shining.

"Okay." I whispered, my heart fluttering. We said our goodbyes and I walked into the dark, back to the orphanage, with a giant grin plastered on my face.

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