Rylie Haydn is a 19 year old normal girl. Loves to stay up late just to go on the internet. Loves having sleepovers with her best friends. Loves food.

Zayn Malik is a 21 year old bad boy. He's not a normal boy. He gets in trouble a lot. Doesn't have parents. Only has himself.

What if one night they meet, and fall in love? Two totally different people falling in love? Well, there not that different...

They have one thing in common...

They both love getting in trouble for fun.


5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5-

Rylie's P.O.V.

"Fine. Just don't feel bad." I whispered as he hugged me. I felt my eye started welling up again as tired and prayed my hardest for them not to fall.

"Let's go eat in the car." He whispered as Jamie walked out with tears in her eyes. She grabbed my arm.

"Wait. I'm so sorry Rylie. I shouldn't if bullied you all of middle school, through high school. I don't know what your going through, and I should of stopped the first time I saw you cry. I'm sorry." She whispered as she walked away. I let her walk away. I was stunned and didn't know what to do. I knew I should I said or did something, but what do you say or even do to someone when they say that to you? Zayn grabbed my hand.

"Come'on." He encouraged me. I didn't look back as he grabbed out food and drinks and we walked out. We climbed back into the car and I had to take deep breathes. When Zayn climbed in, he stayed quite for a minute or two.

"You alright?" He asked. Am I alright? Am I alright with what just happened? I thought about what she said what Zayn told her. I'm just keeping him company. Am I? Am I really?

"No." I whispered shaking my head and staring at the McDonald's sign.

"Want to talk about it?" He asked sweetly. I shook my head.

"Not really. You heard everything..right?" I asked him, keeping my gaze on the sign.

"Yes." Be whispered. I waited for a minute, waiting for him to say something else. When he didn't, I continued.

"Did you hear what she said to me? All of it?" I asked. He nodded.

"Am I really just here to keep you company?" I whispered, but my voice cracked in the middle if my sentence. I shallower the lump forming in my throat, scared of what he might say.

"No. I didn't say tha-"

"Then what did you say?" I asked, cutting him off. He shallowed.

"She asked me if you were my girlfriend." He said loud and clear. I nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"I told her...I told her you were." He whispered. My breath increased, then hitched. I looked at him.

"Wha?" I shook my head slightly.

"I only said that because I didn't want her. She was all flirty and I didn't want that." He said, not looking at me. Something in my stomach fluttered.

"How? Why don't you want that? She's beautiful! And you kno-"

"Because I'm not in love her!" He sharply said. My breathing stopped.

"Can we stop talking about this before I say something I might regret?" He said taking deep breathes, claiming himself down. I didn't say anything as I grabbed my order. I looked in the bag and saw a number 6. I put it back and grabbed the other bag. It was still a number 6. I looked at Zayn.

"I ordered a salad." I said to him.

"But that's not what you wanted." He said, looking deep in my eyes. I smiled at him.

"Thanks." I whispered. We ate in the car silent.

"So, in high school, she was the one..." He whispered. I nodded.

"She was the one who made me feel weak." I whispered back.

"And you let her?" He asked. I nodded, laughing a little.

"I...I was scared. My dad, my real dad, tried to stop her. Tried to stop the bullying. Tried to stop the hurting..." I hated talking about my real dad.

"And?" He asked. I took a sharp breath.

"He died before he could stop anything." I whispered, looking out the window.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Rylie." He said.

"I'm fine. It was 6 years ago. I was a 13 little girl. I'm 19 now. It was over a long time ago." I whispered.

"My mom died when I was 15." He blurted out. I looked at him concerned.

"She was..." He stopped.

"You don't have to tell me." I whispered.

"Beat to death." He hardly whispered. I actually thought I was thinking of him saying that. I held my breath.

"Gosh, Zayn. I'm horribly sorry." I said.

"Don't be." He said smiling at me. I could see right though that smile.

"We have 10 more minutes till we hit the hotel. We should get going." He asked after a moment of silence. I nodded and put my seatbelt on.


We pulled up to the hotel and I jumped out. The weather was hotter here than California.

"I'll get your bag." He said as he grabbed both of our bags. We walked up to the front desk and I sat down in the chairs, waiting for him. After about 10 minutes, Zayn walked over to me.

"We got the 3rd floor." I said. This time, if we decided to jump out the window, it could be a smaller fall. I giggled to myself.

"Let's go." He said. I nodded as we walked to the elevator. 1...2...3, Ding!

We walked off the elevator and ended up at 302. He slipped the card in and we walked in. I took in my surroundings. This place was beautiful. Much better then the other one.

"Two beds?" I asked him. He nodded. Why was he acting weird? I didn't question anything else as I walked over to the window. The view was of the beach. Beautiful.

"Pick your bed." I heard him say behind me. I swung around. I pointed to the one nearest to me. He threw my bag on my bed and his on his bed.

"I'm taking a shower." He said, then disappeared into the bathroom. I walked out into the balcony and sat on the cute chairs. I curled up into a ball like what I did in the stall at McDonald's. Zayn was acting weird. It was scaring me. He was perfectly fine until meeting Jamie. I took a sharp breath as I looked over the edge. I saw kids playing in the sand and water. I smiled. I remember when I was a kid. I had no worries. The only thing I had to worry about what making sure I got my seat first on the bus. I missed just worrying about that. Now I have to worry about keeping everyone safe around me. Making sure Zayn, my mom, and other family safe, while keeping me safe. This is not the life I asked for. I'm surprise to be going to collage next year. I dreamed to going to Yale since I was 11 or 12. I'm suppose to be getting my degree in English to be a teacher! What an I doing in Nevada? Jamie was right. I do keep running away. Running away from my problems. Running away from everything around me. Why? Why am I doing this? I looked at my wrist. I pulled my up my sleeve to look at it bare. The scares. The scare are what is keeping me from running. I never want to go back down that road. The road of hatred. I hate that road.

"Fighter." I whispered to myself. My first tattoo said fighter. It was over my scares. Only on my left wrist because that's only where the action took place. Why did I get this stupid tattoo anyways? It didn't mean anything! Yes, I was a fighter. Now? I don't even know what I am. A runner, maybe. I run from my problems. I run from my past. I run from...I run from the people I love.

"Rylie?" I heard a voice behind me. I put my sleeve down fast and turned around.

"Ya?" I asked, putting my hands in my back pockets.

"Nothing." He hesitated. I gave him a confused look. I looked at him. He was in a towel that hung on his waist. His perfectly toned abs stuck out visually.

"I'm going to bed." I whispered before walking past him. If he was going to act weird, then I'm going to act weirder.

"Uh..." He tried looking for words. I didn't give him time to as I grabbed my clothes and tooth brush and walked into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I changed into sweatpants and a tank top, not caring what I looked like. I washed my face then walked out the door. I froze, completely scared and tooken back from what I saw. 

"Hi, Rylie. Miss me?" I looked at Zayn, then to Jarred who sat on the couch and did nothing but smile. Zayn walked up to me, but I stepped back. 

"Rylie, listen to me. He followed us because he had news to tell you." Zayn explained. I started to hyperventitlate. The guy who tired to rape me was sitting in front of me. 

"What?" I questioned him. I looked to Jarred. 

"Sit down." He said. I did what he asked, but I took Zayn's hand. I felt safe with him. 

"I came here...to help. To help you and Zayn." He said. I stood up. 

"You tired raping me! Now, all of a sudden, you come around and say you want to help?!" I cried. I was mad. Who does he think he is?

"Give him time to explain, Rylie." Zayn said, grabbing me hand. I took a deep breath and sat back down next to Zayn. 

"Look, I know what I tried doing was horribly wrong-"

"Is this all you came here for?" I asked him. 

"To rub it in my face?" I asked but Zayn squeezed my hand. stopping me.

"No. Not at all. I came here to tell you that Phill won't stop. He thinks I'm following you just to bring you back. I promise I wont do that. I looked up to Zayn since we were kids." He said. 

"Kids?" I questioned. How long have they known eachother. 

"Ya...he's my brother." I lost hope in everything. He gave Zayn a look. I turned to Zayn. 

"He's your brother?" I asked. 

"Step brother." He whispered. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" I cried. I felt the tears and lump in my throat form. I shallowed hard. I can't cry again. I couldn't.

"I didn't think it matter-"

"You didn't think beating up you brother becasue he tired raping me mattered?" I asked. He shook his head. I shallowed again. I tunred to Jarred. 

"Go on." I said. 

"When I saw Zayn tired saving you, I was made. I felt betrayed. I went back to Phill and told him I've lost you. He followed you guys to the hotel back in Califorina. I tried stopping but he hit me. I couln't do anything. So, I told him I'll find you. Thats why I am here. But not for the reason you think. I'm not going to touch you. Just help Zayn keep you safe." I gulped. 

"I don't think thats worth coming to Nevada, Jarred. He's doing a great job without you." I siad, trying not to sound rude or anyything. 

"Give me a chance. Please? I'll gain your trust back if I have to." He pleaded. I hesistated. 

"Fine. But I will not trust you without Zayn." He said. He nodded. 

"I have one question to ask." I said. Jarred nodded. 

"How many poeple are working for Phill?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer. But I had to be aware. 

"About 20, at the most." I couldn't do anything but nod. 

"Did you eat?" Zayn asked Jarred, changing the subject. Jarred nodded. 

"I need sleep." I blurted out as I stood up. This was to much to handle. It was bad enough I was sharing a room with one hit guy, but now two really hot brothers? Really?

"You guys can take the beds. I'll take the couch." Jarred said. I didn't say anything as I went to my bed. I cuddled into bed. Today was such a emotinal day. I needed sleep. How do you sleep with two really hot shirtless guys in the same room with you? Easy for me. Close you eyes, and think about your day. Not them. I coudln't think of my day. Today was a horrible day. I thought about the good memroies me and my real dad had together, then drifed off to sleep, after a tear feel, but a smile on my face.

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