Sound Of Madness(COMPLETE)

(NOW FINISHED) Siobhan Kline has just started junior year. She doesnt expect much from it, she doesnt think anything special will happen. Nothing special happens to her. She has two close friends, a 1976 mustang, her author mother Loretta and her pet hamster LuLu. This is her life. Until she is partnered with the new boy Zayn Malik. He just moved to town and all the girls seemed to take an interest in him.
All the boys want to be his friend.
But he couldnt care less

Zayn Malik fanfiction ----Not Famous


25. Encore




I wasn’t prepared to see her cry, or to hear the things she spoke of. A slap in the face is the best way to describe what happened the night I showed up to Siobhan’s house and we spoke on her porch. It had been a tidal wave of thoughts that swooped me up and threw me off balance. It seemed as if everyone around me felt like I was making a mistake in not fighting for Siobhan. Even my own mother. All the while, everything around me changed, it got…crazier. Getting accustomed to international fame, having security around me most of the time, breaking musical records and being single. All of these things were cohesive and fit together (as they should), but I learned early on that fame itself is many things. It is also Lonely.

Liam had Danielle and Louis had Eleanor. Harry hasn’t had a relationship since the whole Caroline Flack fiasco, but that’s a whole other story. He has relationships, but none of them last long enough to talk about or to remember for that matter. Niall, he was content alone and didn’t even bother with the whole girlfriend thing. He’d rather pursue a bag of chips as opposed to a girl. Its probably the best way to be, given our circumstances. Eleanor, Louis’ girl, had been chattering on about a blind date for weeks. At 18, was it necessary that I be put on a blind date? According to Eleanor, and the guys, it would be a nice distraction. So I agreed.

The girl was Brooke Taylor, and Eleanor knew her through a modeling gig. She stands 5’11, statuesque, with California blonde hair and wondrous blue eyes that change to a mystic shade of green. My first impression of Brooke Taylor is ‘Damn that girl is pretty’ but my second thought is ‘She’s so different from Siobhan’. I couldn’t enjoy the date one would when on a dinner date with someone like the beautiful Brooke Taylor. She had been into me, and it had been obvious. She is the polar opposite of Siobhan Kline- Grey. It is refreshing, and it is upsetting.

You know the worst part? At one point, I started to realize that Siobhan is something spectacular. She doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve because she is strong, she shields her own heart, and she is valiant. Thing is, I just realized it a little to late.


“Do you like Brooke” Louis asked me one night after I returned from date # 3. It is easy for someone to like Brooke. She is tall, beautiful, her eyes tell a story, and her lips are a roller coaster ride. Plus, she’s smart and kind, as if a guy could ask for more. But me, I am still stuck on the girl from New Jersey, the one who has a crazy mother, and a vintage car and a valiant spirit. I’m hung up for the girl who doesn’t even return my calls.

“I do, yeah” and it is the truth, but I don’t tell him that Brooke hasn’t caught my full attention. Just part of it. Enough of it to keep her around because part of me stills vies for the affection of Siobhan. Siobhan and I, our bodies fit like two lone puzzle pieces. Our kisses were more than a momentary rush or spike of adrenaline, they were inexplicable. Affection with Siobhan came easy, it wasn’t something I forced. With Brooke, I kiss her because I feel like its what I should do.

She attends our shows and within the two months that we had been casually dating, she hasn’t missed one. The day we are scheduled to play Radio City Music Hall washes upon us quicker than we had anticipated. It didn’t matter how much rehearsal time we got, it was still vicious to the nerves. New York City, center of the universe, also, the closest I’ve been to Siobhan since the breakup became solid. Brooke joins Eleanor and Danielle backstage as the show begins. She looks amazing in her little black dress, and flowing blonde tendrils. Her lips are a striking shade of red, and her smile is brilliant as she cheers us on, singing along. Every word of every song. As a group, we perform a 90 minute set with a two song encore. The sold out show is loud, it is jubilant and it is the music to my ears. Encores were always my favorite part, it always seems like the crowd is more into it during the encore because they know the end is near. And the crowds are louder than too. To some, this may be the sound of madness, but to me, its glorious.

We join hands in the center of the stage and take a bow before leaving. Brooke welcomes me to her hotel suite that over looks Time Square. The streets are busy, but there is a peaceful quiet between us. After such a hyped show, quiet moments are the ones to really treasure. I am not exactly sure how it starts off, or happens. One minute I am sitting on the edge of the bed messing around on my Ipod and the next minute Brooke and I are kissing with a certain heaviness that her kisses rarely have. It is urgent almost, and she seeps desire from her every pore. For her, I know this will mean ‘making love’ but for me, it wont. I’d be lying if I said it did, you know its kind of fucked up for me to say, but she’s throwing herself at me and I will take it. She is extraordinarily beautiful, what guy wouldn’t.

Just as she slips out of her dress, my cell phone rings. I don’t answer. A few moments later, Brooke and I are naked, and I am on top of her, claiming her neck with my mouth but feeling hollow at my core. By the third call, she sighs. “Answer it, maybe it’s important” she hands me my phone and I sit up allowing her to get from underneath me.

“Its Olive” the voice on the other line says in between sniffles. Olive Green, the girl and I were barely friends. What could she possibly want. “Zayn, there was an accident, Damien’s hurt real bad”. I was hardly her friend any longer, but Damien and I…we spoke frequently and he became like a brother. Hearing her say this, it fills me with an unfamiliar feeling inside. “Zayn I just got to the hospital, it doesn’t look good” she is crying and not only am I saddened, but I feel for her. I sympathize with Olive Green.

This is the real sound of madness to me, the harsh reality that hits like a MAC truck.

I close my eyes “I’ll be there Olive, promise”

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