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.


8. "Gravity is not to blame for two people falling in love."

 "Gravity is not to blame for two people falling in love." - Unknown

Zayn and Noel were now the couples that had the other's house keys. They could get into each other's houses whenever they wanted. It was normal.

Noel knocked on Zayn's front door, looking at the time on her phone. 7:00. She was going to have dinner with Zayn, stay over night also. She'd never tasted his cooking, but he said it was wonderful.

"Hello," Zayn said, looking down at Noel, his regular smile on his face. Noel walked in, setting down her bag.

"Hi, Zayn," she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. 

Zayn rushed her to the kitchen. "I have dinner making," he said, pulling on a kitchen apron. "Sit down." Noel took a seat on the high raised table in the middle of kitchen. She smiled, loved seeing Zayn so into something. He looked like a chef on television, mixing sauce in a pan while pouring steaming pasta from a pot into the sink. Zayn took a spoonful of the sauce and walked over to Noel, carefully trying not to make it spill. "Here babe," he said, eyes fixed on the spoon. "Try this."

Noel giggled, sipping from the spoon, arching her eyebrows. "Mmmm," she said. It was creamy, with a bit of nutmeg and a dash of pepper. "So, you are a good cook." He smiled, showing his white teeth. 

"Thanks darling," he said, setting the pasta on plates and drizzling the sauce on it. He placed them in front of the chairs, brought glasses, and sat down. 

"Zayn," Noel smiled. "Thank you for making dinner." She took a bite of the spaghetti, and loved it.

"Do I at least get a kiss?" he pouted his lip, laughing with a closed mouth.His wish was soon granted as Noel leaned over and kissed him on the lips, quickly and softly.

The next hour was spent eating. Eating and drinking, to be exact. Laughs where exchanged, kisses on cheeks, all the normal couple things.  

Clatter clatter. Zayn set the last of the dishes into the sink. The well known smile returned to his face. "Are you getting tired?" he asked, humming a tune soon afterwards.

"Yeah," Noel admitted, scratching her forehead. Zayn said nothing, just extended his thin arm towards her. Grabbing it, she giggled. He was such a gentleman. She said as they walked to the bedroom, "Thank you. So, isn't there a guest bedroom?"

"Oh there is," he spoke. "But I would prefer you sleeping with me."

"I hope that's all," Noel said, laughing a bit. Zayn nodded. 

They walked into Zayn's room. There was a rather large bed with a navy blue bedspread lazily set upon the mattress. Posters of old bands where sprawled on the walls, Beatles, ACDC, all the goods. A small hall led to a bathroom a few feet away from the door. 

"Nice," Noel said, dropping her bag on the carpet. She glanced at Zayn, who was leaning against the wall.

"I'm going to take a quick shower. You, behave." He walked through the small hallway to the bathroom. 

She quickly changed into her pajamas before falling back onto the bed. Comfy. She whipped out her i-phone, plain black, just the way she liked it. Of course she texted Sasha, she was probably waiting to hear what was going on. Her fingers slid swiftly along the keyboard, typing:

Hey. Zayn's in the shower and I'm waiting on the bed.

A beep followed by a buzz sounded from the phone. A smile emerged on Noel's face; she thought Sasha would be sleeping.

Get some ;D

Noel raised an eyebrow and rested her back on the pillows, now sitting upright.

What? :/

Sasha replied soon enough.

He's in the shower. Go in the freaking shower with him! Some shower making out never hurts. :P

Noel rolled her eyes and laughed. That was Sasha for you, dirty minded and always wanting to get right on it.

Dude, we just started dating. It's a little too early.

A reply.

It's never too early!! 

Noel decided just to stop texting Sasha. She shut off her phone, and realized she was blushing extremely. She shook her head, a smirk on her face. The shower water came to a halt, and Zayn soon came out of the door.

His black hair stuck to his head, front bangs plastered back. He had only boxer shorts on, which clung loosely on his prominent waste bones. Noel noticed all his tattoos, each varying from the other. He had many of them around his body, arms, shoulders, hip, leg. They where beautiful to her, like artwork. But the main thing Noel noticed was Zayn's shape. He was extremely thin, it seemed almost unhealthy looking. Was he sick?

"Hope you don't mind," the tall boy said, walking to the bed. "I get hot sleeping with shirts on."

"I don't mind, good lookin'," Noel acknowledged. Zayn smiled, and got under the covers next to Noel. He turned his head to her, a water droplet fell down his head, curving in at his chin.

"You're so beautiful," Zayn whispered. The words, even though very common, always made Noel feel special. She smiled, a warm feeling deep in her stomach. 

"So are you," she grinned, speaking the truth. She kissed his nose, then his closed eyes, then his lips. Zayn gratefully took in the kisses, biting his lower lip as she planted each one. 

The next few minutes where just basically cuddling. Noel was resting her head against Zayn's chest, feeling each breath, hearing every heartbeat. She finally got to except that she had an actual boyfriend, that she was in love with somebody. She never thought that would happen to a girl like her, but it did none the less.

Soon they fell asleep together, wrapped in each other's warm embrace. They both hoped this love could last forever.




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