The Bradford Exchange - A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Aliza Francis has been chosen to go to Bradford for the student exchange program, she also finds out her host family is the Malik’s!
Zayn are Aliza were childhood best friends , they used to be inseparable, they used to share secrets , basically do everything together,
But what happens when they don’t stay in contact for a year..
what will happen when Aliza goes to Bradford for the Student Exchange Program?
Will Zayn be surprised? Or very surprised? …
Are they still close childhood friends? .. or have things have changed?

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13. falling...

A/N: ACTUAL CHAPTER 13, I'm two chapters ahead, and I accidentally posted chapter 14, sorry guys, here's what happens .. 

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Recap:

“eww what are you doing here?” a familiar voice whinged behind me.

“Ali?”

I knew those voices. I turn around to see who it was, great!

Stephanie, and Zayn? Why are these two here?

*Flashback…*

Two years ago at the World Championships in Japan.

“So now we have the finals for the females we have Aliza Rodriguez representing Australia  and Stephanie Carter representing London both are Sempeis. girls please come up to the mats. The announcer said in his microphone.

“Sensei I’m really nervous.” I said attempting to tie my belt around my waist but failing to tie the knot because my hands were shaking.

“Aliza its okay, nerves are meant to happen, you’ve come this far, you can’t let the nerves take over, okay? Go out there and make me proud Ali.” sensei said while fixing my belt.

“Okay I will.” I said. I look back, mum and dad weren’t here yet. Guess they won’t show up. But my siblings were and so was Aunt Chelsea they were giving me a thumbs up. I guess I’ll be doing it for them.

I step up on the mat, waiting for the referee to call me up. There were so many people in here. Maybe five hundred, I think.

I then notice the girl on the other side, was giving me a glare. I glare back. A guy then hands me a white tag which meant I’m team white.

Then the ref calls us both in the middle. The four other refs which decide who wins the fight take their places. The ref in the middle says fighting stance so I get into that and so does Stephanie, he then says Start in Japanese and blows the whistle.  This meant we start fighting.

I didn’t know what was going on, the chick from London is so damnt! , a punch in the stomach , two punches to my chest and thigh kicks. I wanted to fall , I felt sick. I could slightly hear sensei shouting encouraging words. She really is a great fighter she’s had this title for three years! But it’s time to show who Aliza is ,I throw a punch towards her stomach and then did some thigh kicks ,she started backing away trying to get her breathing controlled but then I end up doing a front kick towards her stomach. And she falls.

The ref blows the whistle. And makes me kneel on the opposite side while he talks to her.

After a good two minutes , the ref whistles again makes us stand in the middle and says some stuff in Japanese and whistles while pointing at me, everyone starts cheering.

I look at Stephanie she was crying and really red.

What the?

Wait.. did I just beat her?

My Sensei was signalling me to come. I run towards him and he gives me a hug.

“What just happened Sensei?”  I ask.

“You just bet Stephanie Carter. She gave up Ali, I’m proud of you.” He said.

*Flashback done*

 

Oh my god! Stephanie was my opponent from two years ago. Oh shit no wonder she’s such a bitch, I stole her title. Oops!

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Ali’s P.O.V

 

I didn’t know what to say, so I stood there waiting for Stephanie or Zayn to say something.

“Ali, you do karate?” Zayn he questioned. I felt like I was in a questioning room.

“Um yea I do.” I answered rudely.

Ah I seriously don’t know what’s gotten into me.

“You’re here to steal my chances for the championships aren’t you?” Stephanie butted in. 
“um no, why would I?” I ask.

“Because you did two years ago!” She screamed grabbing the collar of my karate suit with both of her hands.

“Well that was two years ago.”  I say while grabbing the collar of her karate suit as well, giving her one of my glares, and realising that we were creating a scene.

Eek what will these people think of me..? Actually I don’t care what they think of me, who cares.

Stephanie was about to do a thigh kick and I was ready for it.  “Stephanie! Ali! Let go of each other.”  Zayn yelled and separated us.

“Steph I’m going, I’ll meet you after practice okay?” Zayn gives her a hug and then Stephanie  kissed him in front of me to make me feel like he only belonged to her.

Which clearly put me off from training so I end up running out the door and run down the stairs fast but then …

I end up missing a step, before I realise what’s happening all I see is blackness.

Then I feel nothing.  

Zayn’s P.O.V

Why did Ali have to be so stubborn?

Argh Sometimes I don’t get her.  

Here I was at the local hospital, impatiently waiting for some news about Ali, as she had fell down the stairs back at the Dojo, she had fainted and there was some blood involved. I hate this place! It’s just white and unwelcoming and doctors and nurses were everywhere.

I’d just called mom, and she was on her way here. Then my phone starts vibrating because it was on silent, without looking who it was I answer, “Hello?” I answer.
“Hey babe where are you? Aren’t we going to go watch the movie?” Stephanie said.

Is she kidding me?  She knows where I am yet she still wants to watch that movie. Arghh! Girls! Why are they so confusing?

“Stephanie, of course were not going. If you didn’t know Ali’s at the hospital.” I said in a calm tone.

“Ohh I get it… wait can’t you just leave? Your mum is there isn’t she?”
“No she isn’t and plus I’m not leaving her, even if mom is, that’ll make me seem as a bad friend.”

“Well then you’re a bad boyfriend. Bye!” She said rudely and hung up.

Why am I dating Stephanie in the first place? I question myself.

Ali’s P.O.V

For a moment I just blink.

The walls were a blinding white colour, that made my eyes hurt and the room smelt like cleaning products, until I look around and I realise I’m at the hospital since I was in a uncomfortable hospital bed, there was something stuck into my arms, it was a IV tube, also I didn’t have my karate suit on, instead I was changed into a hideous white gown, I also had bandages around my arm and there was a white cast around my left leg.

What the hell happened?  Why am I in the hospital? I remember being at the dojo, why am I not at the dojo?

I think aloud.

“Ali  you’re up finally, Nurse please go get the doctor.” A familiar voice said with relief.

I look on the left side and notice Zayn sitting on a chair, he brings his chair closer to the bed.

I try getting up but when I do I feel pain in my chest so I lie down properly, “Zayn? What the hell has happened to me? I can’t even get up!” I screamed.

Zayn then puts his finger on my lips “Shhhh this is a hospital Ali be quiet.”

 “But.”

“No buts.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you as well Ali.” he says grinning at me.

I roll my eyes, “can you at least tell me why I’m here? Pretty please.” I begged.

“Well you fell down the stairs back at the dojo.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“You heard right Ali.”

“Oh shit!” I say a little bit louder.

Zayn gives me a glare.

“Anyways do you know what this cast and bandages are for?” I ask.

“well the doctor said you’ve fractured your knee, also you had a few cuts around your rib cage and arms and a deep cut near your eyebrow but they stitched that up.” Zayn replied, and then touches the stitches above my eyebrow.

“are you serious? This is so not fair!” I shouted.

“it was your fault, no one pushed you down the stairs, it was all you.” He responded.

I didn’t want to admit he was right, so I just stay silent and close my eyes.

Then someone knocks on the door, I open my eyes again and look up and it was a male who was in his 30’s he had a white coat on and a stethoscope around his neck and next to him was Zayn’s Mom.

“Evening Miss Rodriguez, I’m Dr Peter. How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Um Hi and I’m feeling okay.”

“that’s good then.”

“Ali , are you sure?” Auntry Tricia asks.

“Yea, I can feel no pain.” I nodded.

Which was a lie. I could feel pain everywhere but I didn’t want to stay in the hospital.

He raises his eyebrow but then goes back to his normal self “Okay then I’ll just check your breathing , is that okay?” He questioned.

“Yea sure go for it.” I said smiling.

He signalled me to move on one side, I try to and I wince from the pain , “oww” I scream.

“So you still can’t move, That’s enough for today, you won’t be going home yet. Mrs Malik can you please come with me?”

“See you in a moment Ali.”

“arghhhhhhhh! This is so Shit!”

“Ali,” Zayn hushes me again,” stop swearing this is a public place didn’t aunty and uncle teach you anything?”

How dare he?  I thought to myself.

“Leave.”

“Why? What did I do?”

“because I said so, leave or else I’ll scream.” I threatened him.

“Okay Okay, I’ll go.” He says then gets up from his seat and walks away he looks back once giving me a sympathetic smile and closes the door.

Did he have to bring my parents up? He should know how I am, why did he have to bring up how I was brought up , I don’t have a perfect family like his, his family is together, there always there for each other.

Where were my parents when I was struggling to fit in at school? , I was stuck with my Aunty Chelsea ‘s advice  don’t get me wrong , I love her but I wanted my parents advice, but when I wanted that they didn’t even bother to call me.

Where were they for my birthday?

All they do is put heaps of cash in the bank on the day and call you up for 30 seconds and say happy birthday. Or sometimes it’s just a email, or never.   

Where were they when I was supposed to be scolded and grounded for doing bad things?

Aunty Chelsea would just take my credit card and that’s it.

Thinking about this, I could hear thunder in my head which mean't i'm close to crying, my vision becomes blurry ,and the tears rolled down my cheeks.

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