Clarity *A Zayn Malik Fanfic*

Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?


2. Back to Life

I sat close to Zayn. We were watching the cartoon network when a knock came on his door. Fear ran through my veins. He got up and walked towards the door. I followed close behind him. We looked at the time and it was 11:34 PM. He tensed up. He reached into the closet and grabbed a bat, clearly he was not expecting visitors. He gripped the shaft, his knuckles whitening. He opened the door and two men in suits were standing in the door way. 

"Zayn Malik?" One asked.

"Who's asking?" Zayn replied.

"Cut the crap kid we know its you. Now we need to talk to your guest " The other said. He was short and had a beer gut. His hair was gray with a receding hair line.

"No." Zayn spat.

"Miss are you London Hillcrest?" The taller man asked. 

"Yes why?" I said hiding further behind Zayn.

"Your father asked us to find you. He hired us. He wants to get to know you establish a steady healthy relationship with you." The short one said. I froze at the mention of my father. He left when I was 5 I haven't seen him since. The thought scared me. I gripped onto Zayn's shirt. He got the message. He shut the door but the tall one blocked it with his foot.

"You can tell my father to go rot in hell." I spat. Fear was now being controlled by the anger inside of me. How dare he have the audacity to send people looking for me after 13 years. The men nodded and stepped back. Zayn shut the door and locked it. He seemed pretty freaked out. He pulled out the bed in the sofa and put a few blankets and pillows on it. I got in. He sat next to me. His legs were crossed and he still had the bat in his hands. I laughed a little and moved closer to him. He set the bat down finally after a few moments of persuasion. I cuddled closer to him. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close. I fell asleep to the rythem of his heart and the sound of his breathing. 


I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. I opened my eyes then looked around. I couldn't see Zayn. I freaked out. "Zayn?" I called out into the apartment. No answer. I started to walk down the hall. "Zayn?" I called a little louder. I heard some heavy breathing coming from one room. That's when I was answered. "Lo I'm in here" He said out of breath from the other side of the door. I pushed it open. I walked into what seemed to be a mini gym. I looked over to Zayn who was shirtless lifting weights. He was so fit. His muscles were huge and flexed. He put the bar back into place and sat up. I was struggling to keep myself off of him. "Could you pass me my phone?" He asked pointing to a shelf. I walked over and grabbed it. I passed it  to him. He stood up and touched my face I winced in pain. "I'm sorry." He said. "For what?" I asked. 

"Not being there to stop him." He whispered before connecting our lips. I kissed him back and wrapped my hands around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer. He gently traced my bottom lips asking for entrance. I opened up. Our tongues roamed each others mouths. He gently tugged at the bottom of my shirt. We separated and he took it off. We started to kiss again. He threw my shirt somewhere in the room. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to his bedroom. He put me down and was now hovering above me. I traced his abs with my nails sending shivers through him I noticed the ground bulge in his sweats. I started to trace his hips and follow his v line. As I got closer to his package it grew. I was starring into his eyes. They were black and full of lust. I placed my hand on his bulge and rubbed it. He let out a moan. He started to kiss my neck. He found my sweet spot and started to suck on it. I moaned and he laughed. Soon enough we were both naked and you can guess what happened next.

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