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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21. "Life is full of surprises."

“Life is full of surprises.” – John Mayor

Crunch, crunch.

Noel looked down at her feet, walking along the trail. It was now autumn, the season of cold weather, bright leaves, and warm coffee.

Crunch, crunch.

She pressed her pointed toe against a rather large leaf, cracking it from the stem. She walked on, tightening her jacket around her arms. A bird fluttered by, whistled notes flowing in the air. A cool wind tousled her brown hair.

“Hey, Noel!”

Noel looked up, turning her head to the sound of the voice. Sasha was jogging up to her, a cup of hot cocoa nestled in her hands. Sasha smiled, taking her place next to Noel.

“Hi,” Noel greeted, pulling her hood up over her head. She glanced at a butterfly flying by, admiring the orange and black details.

“You know what?” Sasha said, blowing on her cocoa. “I think your British accent is coming in.”

Noel laughed, looking up at her best friend. “Do you?”

“I do, kiddo.” She took a gulp out of the cup, sticking her tongue out. “Hot.”            

“Don’t call me kiddo. I’m eighteen.” She moistened her lips, smirking. “A legal adult.”

Sasha brushed her bangs out of her face. “Yeah whatever, girly. I’m still older than you.”

They turned the corner, boots knocking against the pavement, now clear of leaves. Rêve de Café soon came into view, the look of it cozy and comforting. The list of pumpkin-themed drinks were written on a blackboard, with cute little hearts dotting the I’s. As they walked in, the warm air overcame them, allowing the jackets to come off.

“I’m glad you came with me today,” Noel said, finding two oversized chairs in front of a circular table.

“Of course I’d come,” said Sasha, pulling her sweatshirt over her head. She got it off, red hair a mess. “This is your first actual reading.” She tied it into a high ponytail, bangs framing her face.

“I’m kind of nervous,” Noel admitted, not sitting down. “Anyway, I’m almost up I think.”

The announcer hunched down to reach the microphone, a sly grin on his face. His voice echoed around the shop. “Our next reader is,” he looked at his paper. “Noel Boria.”

Noel took a deep breath, slowly walking up the stage steps. She smiled at the announcer, hesitantly taking a seat on the stool. She looked into the audience. It wasn’t too full. A few business men, discussing over a laptop, sat in a corner. Two teenagers sat in the middle of the shop, sipping frappachinos. And finally, Sasha sat alone, giving Noel a big thumbs up.

“H-hi,” Noel said, pausing and clearing her throat. “This poem is written by me. Um, it’s called Change.”

She scratched her eyebrow, shifting from her position. Her eyes quickly darted to Sasha, who was smiling widely. Noel started to speak.

“Change can be subtle.

Change can be new.

Like a flow in a river.

Like a sickening flu.

Change could happen shortly.

Almost no time at all.

Change could take years.

It…”

She stopped, eyes widening. She felt her phone vibrate against her back pocket. “Sorry,” she mumbled, darting off stage.

Dammit. Why couldn’t I ignore it?

 Quickly fishing her phone out of her pocket, she opened the door to outside. Her head hurt, her fingers twitched. Maybe she was just too shy and needed an excuse. She pressed the answer button, not even looking at who it was.

“Hello?” She said, eyeing Sasha as she walked through the doors, a “What the Hell was that for?” look on her face.

A deep male voice spoke from the other side. “Hello, Noel. Come to the Bradford Clinic immediately.”

She sucked in her breath. “What, why?”

“Your boyfriend, Zayn, fell off his bike. He was on a street slope and we think he fell. He may be seriously injured. He fell hard on his head. Should’ve been wearing a helmet.”

Noel felt her heart drop. Her vision started to blur, and for a second she got dizzy. “W-what? How did you get my number?”

“I’m using his phone. He told me to call you before he…”

“Before he what?!”

“He fell asleep. He’s fine, but at the moment he isn’t waking up. Please come as fast as you can.”

“O-okay, I’m coming.” She hung up, turning to Sasha.

“What is with you?” Sasha said, cocking her head.

“Sasha, call a taxi. We need to get to the hospital now.”

“What?”

Now.”                                               

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