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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27. “Perhaps all pleasure is only relief.”

“Perhaps all pleasure is only relief.” - William S. Burroughs

“Noel,” Zayn’s voice aroused Noel from her slumber. “Noel, are you awake?”

“I am now,” Noel groaned, rolling over on the couch. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. She’d fallen asleep on Zayn’s couch. It wasn’t until she turned her neck that she noticed how cramped and uncomfortable she had been.  Sitting up, she asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Zayn nodded, sitting down next to Noel. She pulled her knees up to her chest. “Definitely better.”

“So, you aren’t depressed anymore?”

“Not at all.” Zayn titled his head and scratched his chin, hair falling on his forehead. It was down, just the way Noel liked it.

“So, you wouldn’t object when I do this?” She climbed on top of him, falling into his lap. Her hands trailed to his face, eyes getting caught in the trance of his. They stared into each other’s pupils, looking into each other. Really looking.

“I missed you.” Zayn didn’t even have to say it; she already knew. It was like a weight was lifted off her chest, knowing he was better. That he was happy.

The space got air-tight between them, so tight they could feel each other’s hearts beating. Zayn brought his head down and slightly brushed his lips against Noel’s. His breath came out fast over her mouth.

“Stop teasing,” she whispered, shutting her eyes and kissing him. It was a longing kiss, not so much a heated and rushed one. His lips pressed softly against hers. Her insides felt like they always did, mushy and tingly, like it was of jello. They parted.

“I really, really missed you.” Noel said, laughing a bit. A choked laughter. He hugged her, nuzzling his nose and mouth against the crook of her neck.

Saying nothing, he stood up, lifting her up with him. “Where are we going?” She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trying hard not to slip off.

“Carnival.” He walked to the front door.

“I’m in pajamas!”

“So?”

“I have to pee and I don’t have make-up.”

Zayn set her down, putting his hands on his hips. “But you look nice without makeup.”

Noel bent her knees with a pleading expression. “If you let me pee I promise I won’t wear any.”

“Deal.”

 

 

Zayn knocked on the bathroom door. “Hurry up!”

“I’m changing!” Noel stepped into a pant leg of her blue jeans, tripping a bit. She needed some looser jeans.

“You aren’t going in your pajamas?” His voice was muffled.

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Zayn,” she pulled her pants up to her waste, jumping a bit. “My pajamas are a tank top and short shorts.” She paused. “Too revealing.”

“My point exactly.”

She walked out, pulling on her orange sweater. Zayn smiled, crossing his arms. “Orange.”

“Yeah.”

“I like it.”

Noel walked into Zayn’s arms, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her cheek. “Let’s go.”

They were soon in the car, with Zayn stepping on the gas petal. “Zayn,” Noel looked out the window, staring at no particular spot. “Guess what I saw yesterday.”

“What?” He glanced at her.

“A picture.”

“Gotta be a bit more specific.” He turned the corner.

“A picture you drew.”

He cleared his throat, chewing on his lip. “Is that so?” He sounded nervous.

Noel smirked, leaning back. She put her hands behind her head. “You know what it is, don’t you?”

“I might.” He tried not to make eye contact with her.

“What is it then?”

“I’m not telling you.”

She smiled a bit. “If you want to paint me naked you could have asked.”

Zayn looked down, shaking his head and smiling. “Maybe I will.” He looked up. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

“You’re serious?”

Zayn pulled up into a parking lot packed with cars and people walking along the street. They jogged away from the car when Zayn pulled up. He looked for a parking space. “Dead serious.”

“Fine,” Noel undid her seatbelt as the car pulled into a space. “Just promise me you won’t get too aroused.”

Zayn took off his seatbelt. “No promises.”

She laughed, and they walked into the carnival, hand in hand.

 

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