Chapter 27
Zayn’s POV
I quickly make it to the other side of town; cabs here don’t really respect traffic so as long as they’re getting you there in the least amount of time possible, nothing is illegal. I turn the corner of the street I wrote down back home and find the abandoned bar Rick told me about. Rick is my only other friend that I still trust other then the guys, he’s not really role model material but he knows how to have fun.
I open the front door only to find myself in what seems like the real abandoned bar, my eyes flicker to a symbol much like the ones in Harry Potter used to represent the different houses in Hogwarts. The same symbol I sketched on the piece of paper with the address on it. I creep towards the door with the symbol on it all the way in the back of bar, trying not to make any noise but with the first 5 steps taken all you can hear is a gunshot. As the bullet combs over my quiff I stand still eying the shooter. I’ve don’t this before but never has anyone taken a shot at me, I’m always warned with a blade pinning onto a wooden table or the sound of a loading riffle. Taking into account this is London I shouldn’t expect any less.
‘What’s your business here Mr. Ma-Lik?’ asked the old man accenting my name into 2 separate parts.
They know me… fuck that they probably knew me the minute I turned the corner. My dad has a history of…well let’s just say things I’m not proud of. He’s the one who led me down the path of a bad boy even after he had abandoned my mom and me.
‘Don’t worry…umm…gramps. I’m not here on my father’s behalf.’
‘Ain’t that right, haven’t seen your father since 2 months ago. You may be his son but no one’s saying you’re here for something he did. I know better than most that you’ve done things all on your own. Now…’
he continues slowly making his way to me, riffle in hand.
‘…why are you here Zayn? And don’t tell me you need my or his help because we had an agreement. Unless you’re living in ruins and the rest of your family is dead I suggest you leave.’
‘Why is that you always have to think I’m up to something bad? And if the rest of my family was dead I sure as hell wouldn’t come back here. And just in case your mind isn’t in the right place we aren’t back home, we’re in London, why would I come all this way to see you or him when it’s a phone call away?’
‘You have your ways Zayn, did my grandson tell you we were here? That little bastards gonna here from me…’
‘No one told me, I found my way. Ive been through this before haven’t I? Now can I please just talk to him so I can leave? I need a favor but it has nothing to do with what I’ve done and I can assure you my intentions aren’t in it for drug use, I let that go about a year back.’
‘Now Zayn, I admire your father very much, and I see a bit of him in you…’
I make a sound of disgust as he continues.
‘I know you both have a good way of playing with words but let’s face it kid, you suck a lying. And I don’t think you are. So I’ll let you see him, but don’t do something stupid cause I’ll be here on your way out. That shoot to your tornado hair was practice…’
I walk over to the door not looking back or making anymore eye contact with Rick’s grandpa, Benny is name, I think.
Once in the room I’m surprised to find a four wall structure, no holes, or smell of liqueur, just a simple office space.
‘Zayn’ I hear the man say as he spins his chair around. ‘how are you my rebellious nephew? Here to take over the family business?’
His features aren’t at all like me dads, they may be brothers but his baldness cancels any resemblance right away. He wears a white suite with black details on the collar matching his tie. Golden brown eyes, like mine and smirk only the Malik family can pass down.
‘Not likely, uncle, and please just here me out before you tell me about shit I already know.’
He nods
‘I’m not leading the bad boy life anymore; this family, although messed up, I still have my respect for. Not the best way to solve problems and the drug dealing just adds to the shame my name holds but you’ve done so much to help my father even when he only harms you in return. I’m not here on his behalf but you know that because I haven’t seen him in years. I have friends, I’m doing good in school, isn’t that what you want for the future generation? A way out of all this?’ I say, gesturing rapidly.
‘Although I admire the way you’ve pulled through all these years and you are right about the future generation, your father and I are not at our best Zayn. If you need money or drugs or whatever it is, I’m afraid I can’t give it to you unless you have a valid reason. Benny out there will have your head, so explain yourself and enough with the catching up, although you’re family I don’t really like hearing life stories, I usually make or end them…’
‘I need ID’s, and I don’t mean ones that will get me into a pub, Im talking London night club ID’s’
‘Aaah Zayn, you think its that easy? That I’m going to wave my magic wand and-‘
I cut him off. ‘Look Daniel, I’ve done nothing but support your side of this Malik family feud so you do me this favor, which has nothing bad written on, or Ill leave here with a bigger reward for my father’s war than one of your pity battles.’
‘And what reward is this Javaad?’
‘You really want to find out?’ he hesitates so I take the time to take out my wallet photos, Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry. I have an ID already so theres no need for my picture.
‘Fine’ he says ‘but if this leaves this office…’
‘You mean bar?’
‘Whatever! I’ll have your head Zayn.’
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I walk out of the bar quickly putting the envelope in my bag. Truth is I had nothing on my uncle but if we we’re going to have some fun in London we needed ID’s. You’re probably wondering, why not just go to some regular fraud shop? Why go to the family you’ve hated for most of your life? Well the answer is simple, I’ve done things I’m not proud of and if I go into any other illegal shop they’ll either kill me or call the cops, Malik is not a last name you want to have in this world, especially when it comes to people like my uncle or Benny.
I make my way to the park after catching a cab back to London Square, I see Harry, Louis Niall, Liam and a girl I believe is Nicole, although she’s wet and well she looks a bit pissed. I know Nicole because we tell each other everything and Liam’s description is so specific it’s obviously her.
‘You had to flip the boat Liam? You just had to…’ she rants.
‘Well if you’d have fallen backwards I would have caught you. Sorry for trying to be romantic!’ says Liam.
