DELETE (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Zayn Malik gets a lot of hate on the internet, but there is one hater who sticks out to him the most... A girl who constantly pops up into his life; one that he can't get rid of. "What is her deal?," Malik asks himself. The girl later ends up feeling a way she never expected.

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6. Dinner

Zayn's POV

It just happens that the restaurant has a singing competition. As we followed the waitress showing us to our table, I could feel people staring and talking under their breath. I even heard a few people say my name. I'm fine with all the attention, but I just hope no comes up to us. The table reserved for us had a lit candle in the middle. I could see on Lia's face that she was amazed with this place. She looked around the room with a bright smile.

Once we finished eating, I got up from the table.

"Excuse me for a second."

I walked up to the stage near the end of the room. I asked the man by the stage when the completion started.

"I'd like to sign up Lia Carter please."

And just like that, she was in the competition. She's probably going to hate me even more when she finds out what I've done. A couple minutes later 2 guys go up onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentleman! We are now starting our singing competition!"

Lia looks at me excited.

The first act goes, then the second, and then the third.

"For the fourth act tonight, we will be having... Lia Carter! Everybody welcome her up!" says the guy holding the mic.

Lia turns her head towards me.

"Zayn... What is that man talking about?!"

She seems totally stunned.

"I signed you up. Don't worry! You'll do fine." I say trying to push her out of her seat.

When she got to the stage, her face was red. She gave me a panicking look. I just smiled at her, trying to make her feel better. I chose 'Sweater Weather', the song she sung so beautifully in the car.

Her voice was quiet as she began to sing. I kept giving her a thumbs up. Quickly she started becoming more comfortable. She really was a great singer.

She walked down the steps and punched me in the shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?" I asked, rubbing my shoulder.

"For signing me up without permission."

After all the acts were done, the judges quietly consulted with each other. And just like I expected, the name of Lia was called. Everyone roared and whistled and clapped. They came out with a huge trophy, then handed it to Lia. She motioned for me to get on stage with her, so I did. At the moment, a kiss felt like the right thing to do, so I kissed her on her cheek. The cameras flashed, and the people kept clapping.

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Lia's POV

I could hear Zayn's expensive car drive away from my house as I closed the door. What a great night. Zayn finally showed me what his friends and family were like, I ate at a fancy restaurant, and I just won a singing competition. I should really be mad that Zayn made me go up there, but I'm not. But up on that stage, at the last second, the mixed emotions I felt were not from singing. I felt of hatred, nervousness, honor, and lastly... I could feel my heart pumping fast. I felt those feelings the moment Zayn's lips touched my cheek.

What is happening? I always imagined myself being that one girl in the world that Zayn absolutely hated. I remember my first ever hate tweet like it was yesterday. I don't really know why I started that account, but it seemed fun to me. To make someone feel like I had control of what they did. I know I sound twisted, but it really did make me feel better some how.

I was staring out my window when my eyes got stuck on something beneath my tree outside. I quickly got up and ran outside. Under the tree, was a like wooden box. It had the initials 'J.C.' carved into it. The initials of my fathers name... I opened up the box to find old pictures of me as a child with my parents. I start to uncontrollably sob. Just 3 years ago, my parents passed away. They were in a horrible car accident, and died instantly. They were my supporters. Once they passed, I haven't been talking to people lately, I gave up my dream to become a singer, and all I did was sit at home searching the web. I closed the box and took it with me back inside. I put the box behind my pillow, and hid beneath the covers. I couldn't stop crying all night, which led to crying myself to sleep. I'm tired of feeling hurt.

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