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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30. “There is no coming to consciousness without pain.”

“There is no coming to consciousness without pain.” – Carl Jung

Noel was extremely nervous, not to mention the least bit hot. She decided not to say anything. He obviously didn’t want her to not do anything, he was already “in the zone”. So, she decided to start… even though she had no idea where that would lead to.

Her hands moved down to the band of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. “I-I’m probably not good,” she admitted, breathing in deep. He kicked his boxers down. Her body skimmed lower so he was easier to reach.

“It’s okay,” he said, sitting up. He shrugged. “Do whatever you like.” He kissed her shoulder as he bent over, making her smile.

The whole thing went by extremely slow and much different than Noel expected. She kept messing up and stopping, not to mention having little bursts of heat. By the end she was messy and shaken, but satisfied all the less. Zayn obviously was satisfied too.

After it all, Noel left. She wasn’t going to stay over at Zayn’s for the night, being Sasha was lonely. The whole ride home she was jittering, itching to tell Sasha about it. Sasha would ask what happened anyway.

Noel squealed as she opened the door. She found Sasha typing away at the bar. Her head whipped around. “What are you so excited about?” Half of her mouth turned upwards.

Noel breathed out, grinning widely. “Okay,” she sat down next to Sasha. “You’re always into me and Zayn’s sexual life, so…”

“You fucked!?”

“What?” Noel sputtered. She could never imagine her and Zayn having sex just yet. “No. Sasha no.”

“Then what?” Sasha closed her laptop.

“Well, let’s just say I-“

“You gave him a blowjob didn’t you?”

Noel flushed. “Maybe.”

“Haha!” Sasha laughed, red hair flying. “I knew you would finally do something!”

“Yeah well,” Noel smiled, and then shrugged. She was quiet embarrassed, now actually telling her.  “Ya know.”

Suddenly her chair began to shake, then Sasha’s chair, then basically everything in the apartment. The floor was rising and falling, like waves against a shore. It was an earthquake, and Noel was just about flying.

“Get under a doorway!” Sasha yelled, getting flung off her chair. She crawled over to the door, clenching the wall.

Noel was scared. She got up, just to get thrown back down on the hardwood floor. Her knees scraped the wood, and she was sent flying on her back. Everything was happening to fast. Suddenly things where falling, falling everywhere. Pictures and vases flew off the counter onto the floor, spraying into little shards of glass. They missed her by inches, and she knew if she didn’t get up soon she would get hit.

She struggled to get up, but stumbled back down. It was too late. An antique vase came flying down, hitting her straight in the back of her neck. She screamed, edges of her vision turning black. It felt like a million tiny bee stingers in her neck, pressing further per second. She fell to her side, gagging at the sight of blood dribbling down her shirt. She heard Sasha’s screams.

And then it was over. 

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