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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19. “Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.” – Charlie Chaplin

“Where are we going?” Noel asked. Zayn was grasping Noel’s wrist, walking her through his house.

“Remember you wanted to have a bath with me?” He turned the corner.

“Yeah,” Noel said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Well, here.” He walked into the bathroom, arm now against the small of her back. “We can have one.”

The bath was full to the brim with water. Scented candles flickered on the bathroom counter, making a sweet smell emit from them. The light was dimmed.

“Wow,” Noel laughed, stepping in. She looked around, kissing Zayn’s hand. “I never knew you where so romantic.”

“Hmm,” he smiled, closing the door. He turned around, kissing Noel’s lips softly. They parted, but they were still close enough to brush their lips together. She kissed him again, a quick press of the lips. It always astonished her how he had such a full set of lips for a male. They looked at each other, saying nothing.

“So, are you going to get undressed or not?” Zayn said, laughing quietly. He walked to Noel, nodding his head.

“Um…” Noel looked down. She’s always been the insecure type. Never has she shown her naked body in front of anyone, other than her family. Not even Sasha. She looked up, suddenly feeling Zayn’s warm presence against her. His arms where wrapped around her back protectively.

“There’s nothing to be scared of,” he advised.

“I know, I’m just…” she sighed. “Never mind. You’re right.” She stood on her tip-toes, kissing his forehead.

“Besides, you aren’t the only one getting undressed.” He smiled at the touch of her lips on his skin.

Noel giggled, her head down again. She felt herself blush at the thought of being with Zayn completely nude. “I know.”

“Okay, honey.” He stepped back. “Whenever you’re ready.” He smiled as he started to take off his shirt. Noel cleared her throat, hands shaking as she pulled her tank top over her head. She felt her face get read. Her fingers fumbled with her button, sliding down the zipper slowly. She coughed, her thumbs shoving in her belt loops shakily.

“Hey.”

She looked up to see Zayn still dressed in his pants, laughing a bit. “Slow down. You look nervous.” He blew a kiss to her. She laughed, pretending to catch it.

“Sorry,” she spoke, looking at him, an embarrassed look on her face. She started taking off her shorts, slower this time, tossing them behind her. She looked up to see Zayn in his boxers, looking up and down her body.

“Zayn,” she laughed, turning around. “Are you checking me out?” He was soon against her, hugging her tightly. She laughed again, little bursts of giggles erupting from her lips. He kissed her neck, chuckling against the skin.

“Okay babe,” he breathed against her neck, kissing her again. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

Noel nodded, breathing out. “Yeah,” she whispered, backing up. “I’m fine.” Zayn smiled, nodding his head slightly.

Noel reached behind her back, playing around with the clasp of her bra. Finally, it came undone, and fell to the floor. She cleared her throat, not making eye contact with Zayn. She heard his boxers drop to the floor, making her suck in her breath. Biting her lip, she slid her underwear off, shutting her eyes. “Okay,” she whispered to herself, looking up at Zayn. He stood, fully nude, a smile toying at his face as he looked at Noel.

Noel couldn’t help but smile when she saw Zayn. He was beautiful, needless to say. Every part of him.  Her eyes dropped down, red coming to her cheeks.

Noel,” Zayn said, walking over to her. She cleared her throat, feeling somewhat embarrassed looking at him. It felt new to her. “Noel, you look wonderful.” She felt like covering her chest and turning around, but, seeing Zayn flaunt himself off, she would look strange. She felt vulnerable.

“So do you,” she said shyly, glancing at his face. He kissed her lips, slowly and passionately. She kissed back a bit harder; it took her mind off the fact that she was completely naked. They separated soon after, satisfied expressions on their faces.

“Let’s get in,” Zayn decided, turning around and making his way to the tub. She followed, still insecure and unsure, even though nothing major was going to happen.

Noel stepped in along with him, on the other side. The tub wasn’t very big, so they were forced to spread their legs out, feet on the other side on each other’s shoulders. It was really strange for Noel, being like that, in the nude.

“I like this,” Noel stated, bending her knees. “Us just soaking together.” She smiled, her hand reaching over to his chest. He rubbed over his sternum, thumb running over his nipple. He hummed in delight, eyes closing.

“I love the feeling of your pretty little fingers against my skin,” he said quietly. She smiled, glad she liked her work. Her hands dipped under water, to his stomach, where the slid her finger under the crevices of his abs. He hummed again, a deep, throaty sound of pleasure. She traveled downwards, tickling is hip-bone.

“Hey!” he laughed, splashing a small bit of water on her. “That tickles!” Noel laughed along with him, fingers skidding along his waste. He laughed harder, arching his back up and down. She squealed when her wrist made contact with his groin, her hand shooting back.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he said, sucking in his lips and pulling his pelvis back.

“No,” Noel sighed, mentally cursing at herself for being such a wimp. “It’s just, this is so new. I’ve never been in a relationship or even seen a boy naked. I don’t have any brothers.”

“Oh,” he noted, followed by a short chuckle. “Do you like what you see?” Noel breathed out in amusement.

“If that’s what you want, Malik,” she laughed, resting her hands in the water behind her hips. She looked to the left, where two candles where flickering brightly. The mirror was above them, and she caught a glimpse of herself, frail and awkward. She quickly refocused back to Zayn.

“Not the answer I was hoping for,” he smiled, scooping her hand out of the water. He kissed the top of it, followed by each of the fingers. He rubbed the top in circular motions with his thumb. “But, I like what I see.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, extending her bent legs out. Zayn shifted from his former position, getting onto his hands and knees over Noel, who was laying down in the water. He bent his arms, kissing her nose.

“Heh,” she laughed, bringing an arm up. She ran the back of her hand across the stubbles of his beard, down to his chin. She brought her head up and kissed his chin, eyes looking up to his lips.

“Zayn,” she observed, eyes still locked on his mouth. “I like your lips.” 

Zayn laughed, saying. “Thanks?” He lowered his head, wet hair falling onto his forehead. “I can show you how I can work them.”

“Okay,” Noel smiled, sitting up. Zayn scooted backwards, sitting on his bottom, legs against his chest. Noel did the same, close enough so that their calves could touch. “Show me.”

Zayn brought his head closer to Noel’s, pressing his lips under her bottom lip. She shut her eyes, letting Zayn do his work. She felt his mouth move up to hers, fitting against her like a puzzle. She kissed back, surprised when she felt her lips open from his tongue. He slid it in her mouth, slowly, making sure it was okay. She opened her mouth against his, her tongue pressing against him. Soon Zayn was sliding down, with Noel sprawled over him. The kissing was getting sloppy and wet, heads occasionally getting dunked under water. Zayn nibbled on her bottom lip, leaving a long stripe against it.

Noel bit her lip, pressing her hand against his chest, hard. She raked a fingernail against the skin lightly, breathing out hard. “I fucking love you.” She hungrily kissed his lips, moving down to his neck. Sucking on the skin, she heard him moan softly.

“I love when you do that.”

For the next thirty minutes, they spent their time kissing everywhere they could. Arms, ears, stomach, even feet. They soaked in the water, sharing little secrets they’ve never told anyone, laughing at each one.

“Once my pants fell down at a waterpark,” Zayn said, a large smile on his face.

“You did?” Noel laughed, rubbing her nose. “Tell me the story.” She slowed down her laughing, waiting inventively.

“Okay, okay.” Zayn pulled a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back against his head. “I was at the top of the waterslide. My swim trunks where loose, and I was standing up over the start of the waterslide. Right as I was sitting down, they fell down, sliding down to the bottom of the slide. So, basically, I was sitting there, completely naked.” He laughed, red creeping up to his cheeks. “So, I just pushed myself off, wanting nobody to see me. The water was freaking freezing. That isn’t good for the ol’ man business.”

“Oh my God,” Noel laughed, covering her mouth. “Your where tiny, weren’t you?” She couldn’t contain her bursts of laughter.

“So tiny,” Zayn said, still smiling. “Anyway, I went to the bottom, hands over my... you know.” He snickered. “Everyone was gasping, covering their children’s eyes. I immediately saw my swimsuit and swam to it. I put it on and basically just ran out of the water park, embarrassed for my life. I never went there again.”

Noel was laughing very hard at the moment, water sloshing everywhere. “Oh my God, Zayn,” she said through laughs. “I feel so bad for you.”

“Whatever,” he smirked, laughing one last time.

“I’m getting tired,” Noel spoke, rubbing her left eye. “Can I crash here today?”

“Only if you promise me you won’t put on any clothes.” Zayn kissed Noel’s hand, a wet little peck.

“Of course.”

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