Tropes

01

"Shut the fuck up!" I whisper shout. It wasn't my dream to be stuck with my enemy in this fucking small closet. But if they catch me I'll definitely be on the verge of death.

The room goes silent. We both try to stimulate our breathing. After a while I slowly peak out of the closet.

Immediately some strong arms grab me and pin me to the wall. He flips me over like a ragdoll. Everything goes so quickly, my mind racing with drunk thoughts and slight fear.

Fuck. I am so drunk.

My vision is blurry so I can't really make out who it is. His strong muscular arms almost choke me.

Last thing I remember is that someone punched the person pinning me to the wall and he falls to the floor me falling with him.
I pass out.

I wake up tied to a chair.
Great.
At least my vision is clear now so I look around the room but it's no use since the lights are off.
I hear footsteps. The light flicks on. I scrunch my face, my eyes trying to adjust to the light.

"Fuck me." My voice echoes through the shallow room

"I'd rather not." a voice speaks up making me flinch.

My head jumps up to see the person in the room.
My eyes land on the one and only Zayn: My enemy who I was just in the closet with.

"Oh of course it's you, you fucker" I murmur, annoyed.

"Here's what you're going to do," he starts

"No, I'll tell you what you're going to do," I cut him off, silencing him.

"You are going to untie me and tell me exactly what the fuck happened and how I got here." I add.

"You can't force me!" he almost whines

"Oh you know exactly what I can and will do if you don't do that right now."

"You could be nicer sometimes you know..." he says sarcastically but annoyed of me but he obeys, obviously.

Zayn walks closer to me and starts fiddling with the ropes around my ankles and wrists.

"Do you seriously don't have a knife with you? Not even a pocket knife?" I refer to him trying to untie me with just his hands.

"Yeah yeah, I do. I just thought It would be easier." Zayn reaches in the waistband of his boxers and pulls out a little pocket knife — a black gun next to it.

"I got kidnapped by a Tropes member and I am a mafia associate myself, do you really think they would tie the ropes loose?" I reply, a sarcastic huff leaving my lips.

Even though he is behind me, I could feel him rolling his eyes at me.

Finally I am free. My wrist hurt from being tied up.

"Okay so there were Harry and Liam. You know...? The ones from Tropes crew. They were probably trying to get something you have. Anyway I punched the other guards unconscious." He speaks up — me rubbing my wrist to soothe the irritation.

I froze and frantically search the secret spots on my outfit. I relax as I felt the string necklace in one of my pockets.

"Whatcha got there?" his voice silly as always.

"None of your business. You can never take something serious, huh? A sarcastic chuckle leaves my lips

"You know you could be a bit nicer! I mean I practically saved your life, Erina! And I sure can take something serious!" He argues back.

"Oh okay now you're being outrageous."

"Pfff. Yeah right" he hisses back as he leans back.

I smirk as I also lean back and light up a cigarette.

"I thought you quit."

"Oh shut the fuck up already. I never said I'd actually do it and why the fuck do you even care!"

"Dunno. Can't I ask?"

"Nope not you."

I roll my eyes, tapping on my in ear monitor.

Thankfully they didn't notice I had one.

"Hey can you pick me up?" I speak to the voice in it.
"Erina where are you now again?!"
"Calm down father. Just send a driver to Zayn's house"
"Zayn's house?! Did you hook up with him!? Are you now a couple!? I knew it."

"What no, ew! I'd never hook up with him! And for your information I am not even at his house yet! We are getting there soon though." My voice now offended

"Hey! I am hot!", Zayn says offended
I roll my eyes

"Dad I'll tell you later what exactly happened but I have the....necklace", I say a bit quieter.
"Okay good job sweetheart."
I hang up.

"Come on now. We don't have all day" He clears his throat.
I hum and follow him outside to his car. Together we drive to his house in silence.

After a few minutes we arrive. It's already late but all the lights were still on. The warms lights light up all the dim corners perfectly. I make my way to his leather couch sitting down and finally taking a breather.

I am so fucking exhausted

Zayn goes straight to the bar. My eyes follow every step he makes.

He pours himself a glass of whiskey. Typically for him.

The doorbell rings. I practically jump off, more than ready to leave. Even though I was here only a few minutes, they were hell.

My hand reaches to open the door.
"RUDY MY BOY! Knew you'd come. Goodbye fucker!" I say to Zayn giving him the middle finger and leaving and entering the car. Again I pull out a cigarette — lighting it. My lips wrap around the tip and lightly suck on it, letting the warm smoke go into my lungs.

"Why where you at his?" Rudy asks after a long silence
"Long story. And before you go feral: No we did not hook up."
"No like why would I care? I don't care" he says offended.
"Oh cmon, I know you have a thing for me and you're clearly not good at hiding it."

As we arrived at the mansion I straight up walked to my room.
Gosh I am so tired...

"Hey! Erina please come to my office" my father's voice echoed through the hallway.
Noo not him, not right now

"I need to sleep. I can't right now, can we do this tomorrow?"
"Okay fine." He reluctantly agrees

Oh how these two words were gold hearing them.

I almost crawled to my room and into my bed. After some time I fell asleep not caring about changing my clothes nor removing my makeup.

The sheets tangled around me like a second skin, stale perfume and smoke clinging to the fabric. My mouth was dry, lips cracked, but I was too far gone to care — sinking deeper into the dark, heavy silence that only comes after chaos.

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Okay guys!
First chapter done, how are we feeling so far?

I just want to say:
Don't come for me if there are any mistakes and this whole story is like made up from me so yeahhh :)

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