Addicted -- Zayn malik x reader --

Intro

Hey guys, as you probably know, this is a Zayn Malik x reader, so enjoy visualizing the upcoming events and have fun 😊
A couple things you need to know.
Y/n= your name
Y/l/n = your last name
Y/f/n= your friends name
And if you have siblings
Y/s/n=your siblings name
Also the things Zayn says or does may not even compare to him in real life, so no hate against him, thanks!

Y/n was a beautiful young girl, and also very successful in her job. Her long, raven black hair fell just above her waist, her eyes a beautiful mix of reds, oranges, golds, and greens known as Amber. Her eyelashes were full and matched the blackness of her hair and the beauty mark just on her right cheekbone. Just below a small dimple who's twin sat on the other cheek. Her skin was the perfect mix of tan and olive, a couple of freckles here and there, and her frame reaching the height of 5'9".
Working as a police officer for 2 years, y/n was the best woman at her station, only at the age of 19. Her hair always pulled into a neat bun, her eyeliner making her eyes look like those of a wolf. She first had the interest of being a lawyer, but as the years went by she craved more action, more eventful mornings, evenings, nights. Very rarely had she been a cell guard, for the men she guarded fell in love and returned as soon as they left.
But one evening this would all change, for the man that had abused her would soon return.
The name Zayn Malik rang in her ears, her gaze dulling with memory. As a child her and Zayn would play at the park, giggle in the sand pit, splash each other's faces in the summer, push eachother on the ice during the winter. They were the best of friends, that was, until highschool rolled around. Zayn started to dye his hair red, got his lip pierced as well as his nose and his ears gauged. Tattoos started to appear on his arms, neck and back. He wasn't the happy Zayn he used to be. This tore at y/n's heart, sure he still talked to her, but not the way he used to. She vowed never to speak to him again, causing Zayn to start mentally breaking down, hitting y/n and screaming in her face until the tears fell off her cheeks like a rain cloud.
Seeing his name and picture appear on the news just behind her screen brought back the memories she had tried so hard to forget, screams echoing throughout her house, pillows being chucked at the screen and footsteps pacing back and forth.
Her vision was blurring from the tears that had started to form, her hair tangled from her hands running through it, her makeup slowly smearing across her face.
Why couldn't this all just be a dream, why did her best friend, who she loved more than anyone in the world, have to turn out to be the worst criminal in Miami...

Hope you guys enjoyed this little intro to yourself, even though you may not even look or act like her. The next part being publishes will be describing Zayn's side and explanation clearing up some things. Have a wonderful day or night, ttyl ✌🏼️