AUSTINS POV
I awoke in Zayn's arms.
'Morning, Love', he said in his sexy, husky, morning voice.
'Morning', I whispered, curling into his side. 'What day is it?', I asked, not wanting to get up.
'Saturday', he laughed at my laziness. I smiled at my best friend. It'd been a long time since I'd had one of those. My best friend, Zayn,
'What's up?', he asked when I clutched my stomach.
'N-Nothing. I th-think I j-just caught your bu-ug', I shivered.
'That's not nothing, is it now, Aust?', he said in a 'I know everything' voice.
'Well... I still have a job to do', I snapped, getting up.
'You're ill!', he shouted at me.
'I've worked with worse!', I screamed at him.
'Well I care! I don't want you to chase some thug if you're ill!', he shouted back.
I carried on gathering my stuff.
'Is that what you think I do? Chase some thug!?', I turned to him.
'Well....'
'Did you not watch that day we broke school!? Did you not listen when I said they murdered my mother!? Have I told you how many times I've been in hospital 'cause I was shot!? 13. 13 Zayn! 13 god damned times! I know what I do, Zayn! And it damn well isn't just chasing a thug around! I don't play tig with a gun!', I shouted before walking out of his apartment and slamming the door.
I'm sorry for getting cross! Geez! He was insulting me and my family.
I charged down the road and towards my house.
'ARG GOD!', I screamed when I burst through my front door.
'What's up, Sis?', Smithy asked.
'Nothing. Zayn is just such a dick!', I said as I stormed upstairs.
I walked past my dad's room and to the next flight of steps.
'Are you going to get ready for the bust?', he asked.
'Yeah', I called.
I walked into my room. I pulled out some black skinnies, a white top, my leather jacket and some black converse. I pulled all of my clothes and yanked my hair into a high pony tail.
I walked back towards my dad.
'-people are wanted in 2 countries and 3 states of America', he finished.
'Who are?', I asked as I lace my converse.
'These arms dealers, They deal the high class, expensive weapons. Mainly pistols.', my dad informed.
As soon as he said pistols, I thought of Zayn's gun tattoo. The one on his perfectly toned and tanned torso.
'The police have said that they won't move without back up or being armed. So be careful, please. They are meeting with their next batch of clients tonight, in an hour, at the strip club.'.
Smith's and Spike's eyes immediately went wide. I don't get those types of clubs... ugh.
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I walked behind my older brother as we neared the entrance to the club. The flashing neon lights burned my eyes as I examined the outside. Shabby old place, this club was.
'Me and Smith will go this way. You go that way', Spike instructed. I nodded and walked off in the direction I was told.
I received a few stares from the men there, as I was wearing my tight skinny jeans. A couple of people told me that I should be up on the stage, dancing... with barely any clothes on... ewww!
I carried on walking through the close club. A hand held my shoulder. I acted on my instincts. I grabbed the hand and twisted it and turning, allowing me to see just who touched me.
'A-Austin?', a voice asked.
'Oh GOD! Not you!', I yelled.
'What are you doing here?', Zayn asked from under my death grip.
'Chasing some thugs. You?', I quoted from Zayn earlier.
'I- We I'm here with the boys. Lad's night out, you know?'.
'How's that going for ya?', I asked sarcastically, letting him out of my grip. He stayed silent. 'What I thought. Move. I have some thugs to chase', I glared.
'Aust?', He whispered as I walked away.
'What?', I snapped.
'Just be safe, Okay? I'm sorry about what I said this morning, I- I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to insult you. I do listen. Just.. Come back, when you've done.', He sighed.
'Fine. We are talking when I'm done, though. Don't think you're forgiven this easily', I said. He nodded and looked into my eyes. I looked back at him. 'Make sure you and the boys don't get hurt. This could get nasty. Just promise me that you won't do anything stupid', I looked at him. He nodded again. 'I'll be back', I said.
I walked through the crowd of middle aged men who were google - eyeing the strippers. 'Ugh', I shivered.
'Well, Hello princess. Who do we have here?', one of the blue collar men came up to me.
'You don't have anyone here! Get away from me you filthy mutt!', I growled.
'Ooh, LADS! We got us selves a feisty one', a different man said as he twisted the hem of my shirt in his big, chunky fingers.
'I wouldn't do that, if I were you', I pierced. They all just chuckled with the same deep, gruff, drunk voice. 'You asked for it', I mumbled.
I twisted the mans wrist, kneed him where the sun don't shine and dropped him onto the floor. 'Anyone else?', I grinned sadistically. They all scurried off to their drinks, one remained to help his friend up. Neither of them made eye contact with me.
I followed the instructions to the back of the club, making a few disgusted faces on my way.
'-Take this, this and this. Now hand over the money!', someone barked. I peered around a corner. A room of people were sat with wads of money in their hands.
'Well, well, well. Who do we have here? SMITH, SPIKEY! YOU MIGHT WANNA SEE THIS!', I yelled out. Smith and Spikey ran in and stood next to me. 'I think I see some illegal activity going on here, don't you boys?', I laughed. Both of my brothers nodded.
'What are you going to do about it, little girl?', the dealer sneered. 7 more men came and joined him. Spike pulled out his knives and threw one at each man's knee.
I walked over and nudged them all with my feet. 'You know what really annoys me? I'll tell you, shall I? When people underestimate me. People think that I aren't as good as my brothers, just because I'm a girl. I wouldn't underestimate anybody else, in the future.', I explained, kicking a few people in the process. 'It's quite disturbing when people think that I won't hur-'
'POLICE!!', at least 10 uniformed men barged in.
'Good job, Austy, Spike, Smith', Roger smiled.
'Anything for you, Uncle Roger'. My dad's best friend hired us to help us with his police constabulary.
'You get yourselves home. Spike, keep your sister safe. Who knows what people will do to her in this place', he tutted.
'Will do, sir', he laughed. We walked out of the store room.
'Spike. I have a friend here, can I speak to him?', I asked.
'Ur-Uh sure. Shall we wait for you?', he asked.
'If you don't mind', I knew he wouldn't. We're in a strip club for Christ sake. He'll be happy here.
'N-No'. I walked away and tried to find Zayn. I spotted the black quiff with the blonde streak almost immediately.
'Zayn!', I shouted when I reached him.
'Aust! Are you okay? You're not hurt, right? Did you do what you had to? Di-'
'ZAYN! I'm fine, okay? I'm fine. Do you wanna talk? I could come to yours tomorrow, if you'd prefer?', I cautioned.
'No, No. Let's go out front, we'll talk there', He said. He reached out for my hand, he took it and lead my out to the front entrance of the club.
'Look, Aust. I didn't mean to insult you, or your family. It- It just came out..... I hope I didn't chase you away, because I really wouldn't want that. I like you being my best friend, it's great', he said, smiling hopefully.
'Zayn... I overreacted. You did insult my family and I, but I shouldn't have done what I did, it was stupid. I know how stuff can just come out, do 't sweat it, okay. Just be my best friend again?', I pleaded.
'Yes. Can I pick you up tomorrow morning?', He asked. Tomorrow morning?
'Tomorrow.... ?'
'School starts again', he groaned.
'Oh... shit sticks', I cursed.
'Creative words', he laughed.
'I know, right!', I giggled. All the tension was gone. All smiles and rainbows were in my mind.
'I'll see you in the morning, yeah? Your house? 7:30?', he asked me.
'Yeah', I smiled. He hugged me and held me close.
'I'm sorry', he whispered into my hair.
'Apologise one more time, and you'll never have kids', I tried to threaten, but my laughter got the better of me.
'Oh, okay. Yeah.... please don't hurt me'
'Don't worry I won't'
'I love you, Aust.'
'I love you too, Z'