Be My Bad Girl (A Zayn Malik Love Story) *1D*

A/N Hii! Thanks for all the support. I'm at McDonald's right now updating. Lol ^_^ love you guyyss <3

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Cool winds whacked at my face as I made my way to the main street in London on my skateboard. The boys are close behind, I can hear the small plastic wheels rubbing against the concrete. I have my signature snap back on with some loose tan chinos, TOMS, and a green and purple tank. Li carried my old boom box on his right shoulder as he sped along, nearing me. He's very strong and very sweet.

"So, how does this work?" He said through raggedy breaths. Our destination was still a little way off. We'll all be out of breath and probably 2 pounds lighter by the time we got there.

"We just set up the cardboard that Lou is carrying in the bag. Then, we pick any song we want and dance. People will drop money or just stop to watch." I answered.

"Yeah, it's pretty fun. Lou, B, and I use to go out every Friday." Harry added.

"What made you stop?" I heard some swift movements, and I caught sight of Niall swerving just in front of us.

"Just lost the time. And after the....incident, we kind of brushed it aside." Lou answered, biting his lip, painfully. I did the same, to stop the salty tears that were threatening to spill. Yellow street lights came to life all around us, as we struggled to find a good spot to set up our gear.

"How about we set up there?" Niall asked, voicing my thoughts. The spot was perfect. It was an empty lot where some store used to be. Aeropostale, I'm guessing, although it seems unlikely for such a famous shop to be closed. Hard, bumpy concrete made the plastic wheels that held up our skateboards grow louder. Liam stopped short and hopped off his board. The rest of us copied suit, and Lou unpacked the cardboard.

"Here, let me get that." I said, tugging at one end of the smooth material. Positioning it perfectly, we laid it down and then Liam put my old boom box down.

"So, dancing... Who's good at it?" Liam started. Nervousness overtook his tone.

"We'll all be fine. It's just some simple moves." Harry reassured him. Unconvinced, Liam turned on him.

"Guys, I'm really not a dancer. Can I just beat box?" He practically begged.

"Whatever you're good at, Li." Niall soothed. A smile spread across my face at his sweetness.

"Alright. Good thing that's settled. Now, what song you guys want to preform?" It sounded so funny for me to say the word 'preform'. Some talent we acquire, but not that level.

"Maybe... Blow Me One Last Kiss?" Boo suggested. Perfect. My mood right now could go for a nice tune like that.

"OK. I'll set up the track." Hazz answered. Tonight is going to be full of emotion and passion. Light glowed from the boom box when Hazz turned it on. He was fiddling with the controls, trying to remember what the buttons were. Soon a loud, but fun rhythm blasted from the speakers. We all stepped onto the cardboard, except for Liam. Kneeling by the loud speakers, he began to pick up a beat. He was really good at beat boxing. Hands moving all over around is mouth, creating new sounds, he slowly began to rise for dramatic affect. People who were walking now stopped to see what was happening. One deep breath later, I was copying the boys' simple move; swaying my hips and moving my arms. An occasional fist pump was added with the mixture. And soon, many hip thrusts were being created between the four of us. Ladies whistled, presumably at Lou, and I chuckled. Liam's beat boxing slowed and then collected speed. He moved his body like a professional rapper, and he sounded good.

P!nk sang the lyrics and I joined in:

 "White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight  

Clench of jaw, I've got another headache again tonight  

Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and the burn from all the tears  

I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you  

Tie a knot in the rope, trying to hold, trying to hold,  

But there's nothing to grab so I let go

I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much  

I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss)  

You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of sh-t  

My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss)

Just when I think it can't get worse, I had a sh-t day (no!)