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"He lets go of me, looking sadly down at his toes for a moment.
Then his facial expression changes and it goes hard.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking, and then he graps my arm, hard, and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I feel the cold, hard brick wall against my back and Zayn is like 3 cm from my face. His hands are resting on the wall on either side of my head.
I cannot move and I feel completely trapped. I can feel his body heat and his hot breath on my face.
I shiver. He scares me, but at the same time he is god damn sexy.

"Who have you talked to? Are people talking?" How does he even expect me to answer this when he's literally crushing me up against a fucking wall?"

A fanfiction about a new girl and the bad boy, Zayn Malik.

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14. Regret

Sorry I haven't been updating for awhile, but I have been on vacation :)
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Zayn isn't waiting for me outside when school is off. I don't mind to be honest. I walk home alone feeling slightly confused. I'm torn between trusting Zayn, and trusting my friends and his background. 
 

Right when I throw my bag onto my bed, my phone start buzzing. It's a text from Tamara.


- Babe, do you hate me now? :'( I feel so bad - kisses T xX


All my anger towards her vanishes, and I smile at her attempt of winning me back. I know she just want's to be a good friend and protect me. 


- How could I? You just want to protect me :) - Zou :*


She answers like 10 seconds later, and I'm amazed that she can type that fast with those nails.


- If you're happy babe, then I'm happy. Let's give this lad a chance, I mean maybe he really likes you! But if he touches one hair on your pretty little head, you know I'll have to kill him! No really Zou, be careful. X


I grin, imagining that glittery pink girly-girl putting a hand on Zayn. I'm grateful that she accepts it and gives him a chance though. For me.


- I'd like to see that haha :P But really T, it means alot! Oh, and he might show up at Niall's party..


- Does Niall know?


- Not yet.

 
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While doing some homework, I try to work out what I'm gonna wear at Niall's party tommorow night. Might just wear my black dress - not stand out too much. I wonder if Zayn still wants to come.
I have been to parties before, but I'm not a really a party-animal. I mean I know how to have a good time, but I'm shit at dancing! I always need a bit to drink before hitting the floor. 


I guess I'll just start getting ready after school tomorrow. It's still our first week, so we have school saturday as well. Which sucks.


An hour later my phone buzz again. It's a text from an unknown number.
I narrow my brows and open the text. I read from the bottom, and my heart skips a beat when I see that it's from Zayn.
 

- I really messed up. I'm sorry. - Zayn.


There are no smileys or anything. I wonder if he's maybe just one of those people who never use smileys. Though his text makes me worry a bit. What happened!? What has he done?!
I text him back, trying to find a good answer, but I just end up with:
What? What happened? 
 


I wait several minutes, but he doesn't answer.


**


Zayn's POV


I get home, still shaken, and I can't even look myself in the mirror when I walk past it on my way up to my room. I have too much energy and anger and embarrassment running through my veins. I
throw my bag through the room, making a couple of things from my desk fall to the ground. I don't pick them up. 


While going off on Liam, the school's janitor had seen what happened and had stopped me. I just ran away, and left my car at school. 


I jump onto my bed and hide my face in a pillow. I can't breathe, which is calming me down. I scream into the pillow, and feel my heart beat finally slowing down. The tears stings in my eyes, but I squeeze them shut. I don't wanna cry.


I hurt people, I hurt my - once - best friend. I hurt Liam! I can never learn to control my emotions, and now I've ruined everything. I'm a failure. And now I've ruined my chance with Zoe as well. 


I imagine myself sitting in a white room, while she stands outside in the real world looking at me through the wall of glass between us - with her eyes showing disgust. She's looking right through me, and judging me like my dad always did. At the thought of my dad, I wipe the tears away, and sit up straight on my bed. I wouldn't want him to see me like this. 


While lighting up a cigarette, I decide to warn Zoe, before her friends tell her. I owe her at least that much.


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I couldn't sleep last nigh, because my mind was going crazy, so I went out for a jog, and drove my car home. 
I decided to sleep in, and skip my first classes. I figured I'll be going straight to the principles office anyway. 


I wake up with a sentence that has my stuck in my head ever since I put my head onto the pillow last night. I need to get to that party of Niall's and win her back. 



I've already skipped my first two classes when I get to school. There is no one at the parking lot as I arrive, though I feel like everybody's watching me from the other side of the windows of the school. Judging me for losing my temper once again.


I walk straight to the principles office, which was almost a routine once. I used to enjoy making a bit of trouble here and there. Now I walk in there with my head down, taking small slow steps. I hope I wont get into too much trouble, but the principle was never very fond of me of obvious reasons.


I take the seat in front of him and he looks at me, without saying anything. He's observing me, and trying to make eye contact. 
I look up at him, and he lifts his big bushy eyebrows in a question. 


"So, Mr. Malik I hear you and Mr. Payne got into a bit of a fight,"


"Yes sir," I answer and clear my throat. 


"Good. I already spoke to Liam, he said he made you angry and that it was nothing but a misunderstanding. Is that what happened Mr. Malik?" I can tell he thinks there is more to it, but if Liam says so, he has no prove what so ever. 
Though I can't believe Liam actually covered for me. Why would he do that? Is he not mad at me?


Of course I wouldn't want to get Liam into trouble for lying.
"Yes sir," I answer, feeling like the weight of a car has left my shoulders.  



Must be my lucky day, because just as I walk into the cafeteria, I spot Niall sitting alone eating his lunch. I guess the others haven't got dismissed yet. 
I walk up to him, feeling a bit awkward - I have never really talked to Niall befor though I know he's scared of me.


"Hey, uh. I just. I'm really sorry about Liam, how's Zoe taking it?" I sit down next to him, and his entire body tense as I do. 


"He's ok.. She's.. She hasn't said anything, but I think she's a bit shocked," he looks down at his food while speaking. 


"Yea, I figured. Can I ask you a favor? Can I come to your party tonight?" I try not to come across as rude.


"My party? Why?" He finally looks up at me - confused.


"There'll be no trouble, I promise. I need to make up with Zoe," I choose to be honest.


Niall looks worried. 


"Why? What do you want from her?" He asks gaining a bit of confidence, and straightening his back. It's obvious how he wants to protect her.


"I really like her ok," I almost whisper it. Until now I haven't wanted to admit it - not even to myself.


He stare into my eyes for a while, and apparently decides to believe me - or else he's just too terrified to say no.


"Ok you can come, but if she doesn't want to talk to you, then back off,"


I get up from my seat, yelling over my shoulder.
"I owe you,"


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