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


20. The party continues


“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” ― Ingrid Bergman


The kiss my father gives my mother is brief. It is the kind of kiss that makes your heart leap into your throat and makes you sigh in delight. It is breathtaking when his hand finds her face, and the pads of his fingertip lightly brush up her cheek. When they part, they both look content but the sound of a car door slamming is heard. It pulls everyone out of the romantic daze. Hannah is stomping her way to my parents, her heels making a loud thud noise as she walks up the three porch steps.

“And here comes round two” Louis chimes from the bottom step. Outside, my father turns to face Hannah, his body covering my mothers as if he is a protective shield. With no words, Hannah’s hand meets my fathers face with a loud slap. My mother shoots us a look, and closes the front door. “Darn it” Louis stands and wedges his way between Liam and Harry for a spot at a window.

“You made vows to me, not her!” Hannah bellows when my mother steps forward and gives her a warning glare. “We got married Orson, you said I do!” she is being belligerent, and somewhat out of control. Any louder, and I wouldn’t be surprised if a neighbor calls the cops. It happened once before. I was fifteen, and my mother and her then boyfriend were getting into an argument. She loved him enough to agree when he scolded her and admit it was her fault when it wasn’t. But the minute he hit her, she went ape shit crazy and it was the loudest screaming fight I had ever heard. Her then boyfriend was lucky to walk out the door in one piece. A neighbor called the cops, and it became an issue but one that was quickly outdone by Miss Lopez down the street. Miss Lopez killed her husband and his mistress after finding them in bed together. She became the talk of the town.

This was nowhere near the scandal of Miss Lopez, but I could hear the police sirens in my head if it didn’t end, soon. My father reaches into his pocket and holds out the car keys to her, she looks at him like he is an alien. “Take these keys, take that car, and drive far, far away. I don’t give two shits where you go and I don’t even want to know where you go.”

“Orson we are married” she is fuming now, and it is just a matter of time before someone gets arrested. I can feel it in my bones, this has to stop.

“I SAID GO” he means business. “I made a mistake saying I do Hannah, you will be hearing from my lawyers” she takes the keys from him and looks at my mother.

“This isn’t over, not by a long shot Loretta Kline.” she is shaking her head as she is speaking. “You better learn to sleep with one eye open” and as she starts to make her way to the car, my mother calls out to her. “What bitch?” Hannah turns and my mother smiles blowing her a kiss. Hannah’s face is priceless.

“I’ll be waiting doll” and with that, my mother opens the door and walks inside. We all stand there guilty. “I’m going to go change, carry on” she says this coolly and makes her way upstairs. When my father comes in, he makes his way up the stairs. I have no doubt in my mind what my parents are doing.


“You looked stunning tonight” Zayn tells me as I close the door to my room. “And I cant thank your mother enough for all of this” he wraps his arms around my middle, his face in my neck. His lips place gentle kisses along my shoulder. “You smell so good” it is so easy to get distracted by him, and how his lips seem to be magnetized to my skin. The kisses are light and delicate. They tickle and are perfect.

“Zayn, I cant believe you leave tomorrow…again” I tell him as he undoes the zipper of my jumpsuit. It falls around my feel in a pool of emerald green, and I feel naked as I stand before him in just my matching bra and underwear.

“I’m sorry” he tells me, his hands on me, and I feel assured. I remove his clothing, slowly. Deliciously enjoying him and the feeling of him against me. His heart pounding against my own.

We are naked, we kiss, we touch, we love.

He is inside of me, passionately exploring my deepest and most hidden crevices.

I moan his name, like an enchanting secret. My secret.

He whispers into my ear, kisses my mouth, and gives me pleasure I had barely known.

Our hips rocking into one another, our limbs intertwined and our mouths sealed together.

We fit, perfect, like two puzzle pieces.


The next morning, Zayn and I are in the kitchen making breakfast. He is mixing pancake batter as I cut some vegetables to put in the eggs. I butter a pan when my mother is stumbling into the kitchen. “I smelled food” she groans and plops on a stool. She rubs her eyes as Zayn serves her some Orange juice.

“Mom, you look terrible” I laugh as I scramble the mixture of eggs, cheese and vegetables. Her hair was a mess of knots and a makeshift pony, her mascara smeared and her skin flushed. “I almost want to take a picture and put it on Face Book” Zayn shoots me a look when I say this. I think part of him looks out for my mother because his own mother is a whole Ocean away. He is telling me to be nice, well his eyes are telling me anyway.

“That was an interesting night” my mother finally says as she takes a sip of juice Zayn had given her. She is fanning herself some and exhaustion screams from her eyes. “One time, in college, I had a threesome. With a hot virgin man and a Italian student. And let me tell you, last night was…”

“Mom…stop” I turn back to the eggs and put them in a plate. I took another pan, buttered it, and poured some batter into it.

“All I’m sayin’ is white men cant jump but they sure as hell do hump”

I smack myself in the forehead. “Just shush please”

“Why…its sex, everyone in this room has had it” her eyes narrow and she smiles. “The best way to burn calories that’s for sure. In fact, I think im going to go have sex right now”

“Breakfast” Zayn coughs some, its clear he’s uncomfortable. He clears his throat then looks at me. “We made breakfast” Zayn manages to say.

“No worries, I have got a sausage for me upstairs” she winks some and stands. Before I can say anything, she leaves the kitchen. I look at Zayn, apologetically and he nods as if he understands and has come to learn to dismiss 70% of the things that come flying out of my mothers mouth.

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