Poetry - Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Zayn Malik. He's sweet and caring. Never would he hurt a soul. That's his cover. His dirty past is built of lies and destruction. He finds a girl, a girl by the name of Noel. What keeps them sane? Poetry.

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6. "A relationship isn't a sprint, it's a marathon."

"A relationship isn't a sprint, it's a marathon."Ephrem Hardin

Noel and Zayn where texting for minutes, and it came to be that he was going to meet Noel. Secretly. They texted that Zayn would come through Noel's window. She had texted him the address and he would have to climb up. But, it had not been decided if he would stay in Noel's room or if they would go outside.

The unmistakable knock of Zayn's fist soon sounded on the window. Noel quickly got out of her bed, opening the windowsill. "Hi baby," Zayn said, hugging her. He had climbed up the fire escape into her room. She had locked the door in-case Sasha would barge in. 

Noel smiled as Zayn hugged her, getting used to the scent of him, the feel of him too. "Hi Zayn. We better be quite."

"Well, we can go outside," Zayn said, scratching his beard. "Should we go outside?"

"No, it'll be fine," Noel said, hoping it was true. Apparently Zayn was scared, and a bit mad. He didn't want Sasha to find him at all.

"She'll find us!" Zayn said, raising his voice.

"And what if she does?!" Noel didn't realize they where getting into a fight. But what's a relationship without fighting? That's when she remembered what Sasha said about how Zayn let his anger out.

"Come on," hissed Zayn, suddenly taking Noel's wrist.

"Don't touch me!" Noel yelled. She wasn't aware of how thin the walls where.

Zayn was mad, just as Noel feared. Noel wasn't sure to believe the rumors about him hurting girls, but when he squeezed her wrist tighter, her doubt lightened.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" Noel said, voice accidentally cracking. Zayn's chest was rising and falling; it wasn't clear whether he was scared or angry.

"Let's just get out of here!"

Noel freed her wrist from Zayn's strong grasp.  "I knew you where like this! Hurting people when you're mad! You're just as bad as Sasha said you where." 

Noel opened the window and pointed at it, hoping Zayn would get the message. She wanted him out. And even though at that moment she was acting like the strong one, she felt like she was about to cry. Another reason she wanted him gone sooner. 

Zayn laughed. "Yeah? Well, maybe I get mad because of YOU."

For the next few seconds they just stood there, chests rising and heaving, fists clenched, and faces red. 

"Leave." 

Zayn bit his lip and put one leg out the window, his torso on the outside frame. His other leg was still in the room. He smiled at her and climbed the ladder down, a glint in the eye saying that he wasn't done with her.

And that was when Noel broke. She fell face-first onto her bed, tears splashing from her eyes onto the pillow. Her sides heaved, and she clenched the side of the bed. 

"Fuck this," she cried through gritted teeth. She sniffled and straightened up. She was utterly sad, but behind all that, there was a rush. A feeling of accomplishment. Like she wanted Zayn more.

BEEP BEEP

The sound of a new coming text message sounded from her phone. Surprisingly enough, it was from Zayn.

Tomorrow, I hope you're up for some angry making out. XOXO ;)

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