Blair

　　Bobby grinned and swung the door open, revealing an ocean of screaming people.


　　They all stood around a ring as two men fought viciously.

　　Music blasted from all corners of the room and the smell of alcohol sent shivers down my spine.

　　Zayn squeezed my hand gently, making me look up at him.


　　"Change your mind?" He asked, guiding me through the crowd.

　　I shook my head and looked back ahead of me.


　　People called out to Zayn as we passed, he just nodded at them.

　　He took me up some stairs and I was confused.

　　But I didn't ask any questions.

　　I trusted him.

　　Once we were up the stairs he turned a corner and soon,

　　We were standing on a balcony that overlooked everything.

　　There were black couches lining the wall and a small table in the middle.

　　"Wow." I said in amazement.

　　"Stay here?" He asked, turning me to face him.

　　"Okay." I said, giving him a hug.

　　He froze, taking a deep breath before he hugged me back.

　　I let go and walked away, taking a seat on the couch in the middle.

　　"I shouldn't be long." He said before exiting.

　　A few minutes later, he appeared on the stage. This time his shirt was gone.

　　My eyes widened at his inked body.

　　I knew there were alot.

　　But not this many.

　　The crowd roared as he took his stance infront of a buff, bald dude.

　　This dude is huge! What if-

　　The bell rang, signaling that the match had started.

　　They circled eachother, eyeing their opponent carefully.

　　Baldy made the first move, charging toward Zayn.

　　But he easily dodges it, making Baldy hit the ropes.

　　Zayn takes this opportunity to kick him in the back of his legs, making him collapse on the floor.

　　The crowd boomed with cheers and laughter.

　　Zayn glanced up at me and I smiled, giving him a thumbs up.

　　But I distracted him. Because one minute he's standing then the next, he's laying on the floor.

　　Baldy then climbed on top of him, throwing wild punches.

　　Zayn blocked them before skillfully flipping them over and landing all his calculated punches on Baldy.

　　"And he's out!" The announcer said and more cheers erupted.

　　Zayn stopped, getting up and walking to the end of the ring.

　　"Let me hear it for Lucifer everyone!" The announcer said as Zayn left.

　　Someone handed him his shirt and a bag. He grabbed it, nodding at them before disappearing into the crowd.

　　"So?" I heard from behind me, making me jump.

　　"You scared me." I said, holding a hand over my heart.

　　"Always." He said, rolling his eyes as he came over to me and took a seat.

　　"Do you always come here?" I asked, looking at him.

　　"Occasionally." He replied, leaning back against the cold leather of the couch.

　　"Is that why you're barely at school?" I pressed, wanting to know.

　　"No." He said shortly.

　　"Then where are you?"

　　"Business." He finished, ending the conversation as he reached forward and grabbed a bottle of wine.

　　I didn't even see that.

　　He picked up two glasses and held them between the fingers of one of his hands.

　　With the other he used it to pour wine into them.

　　Then he placed the bottle back on the table and handed me one of the glasses.

　　"Thank you." I said and he nodded, taking a slow sip.

　　"Disgusting." He said, placing his glass back on the table.

　　I took a sit and scrunched up my face before doing the same thing he did.

　　"What is that?" I asked as he grabbed the bottle.

　　"It's Expensive Shit." He said, shaking his head.

　　Then a smirk popped up on his face and he grabbed my hand in his.

　　"Get ready to run." He said, mischief pooling in his silver orbs.

　　"What?" I asked and he shook his head, still smirking.

　　Then, he threw the bottle off of the balcony.

　　I watched as everything went in slow motion.

　　The bottle kept falling until,

　　it landed on Baldy's head.

　　I was pulled away from the balcony as I laughed uncontrollably after seeing Baldy's face.

　　"Shh." Zayn tried to quiet me down, small chuckles escaping his own mouth.

　　He pulled me into a supply closet just as footsteps started coming up the stairs.

　　Zayn's hand came over my mouth quickly, silencing me as they passed the closet door.

　　"Where the fuck are they?" A dark voice boomed.

　　Zayn looked at me and slid open the door quietly before pulling me quickly down the stairs.

　　I laughed as we ran, probably looking like a psychopath.

　　"That was awesome!" I exclaimed as we ran up the stairs of the trap door.

　　"Had fun?" He asked, smirking down at me.

　　"We should do this again sometime." I said when we reached his bike.

　　He chuckled before putting my helmet on and helping me onto the bike.

　　"Whenever you're ready." He said and we were off.

　　It was now around 4 in the afternoon as we sped back through the streets.

　　I smiled as the wind blew through my hair.

　　Leaning my head against Zayn's back, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.

　　"Hungry?" He asked as we stopped at a red light.

　　I just nodded, not wanting to speak. Then we were off again.

　　Soon, we pulled into the parking lot of Pizza City.

　　"How did you know I loved pizza?" I asked grinning.

　　"Just a guess." He said, helping me off.

　　"That's a great guess then." I said, eyeing him suspiciously.

　　He pulled me into the pizza place and we sat while we waited for our order.

　　"I have one more place to go." He said, breaking the silence and looking at me.

　　"We have one more place to go." I said, rolling my eyes.

　　He looked at me emotionlessly, but his eyes told at different story.