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.


1. Haters Follow Me Like Twitter

Zayn's POV

Another day of the celebrity life. Great... Don't get me wrong, I loved being in this band with the boys, and I definitely loved the fans. But lately, I've been getting a lot of hate. Twitter was the source. I understand that there will always be that group of people who underestimate you and try to bring you down, but it's been getting out of control. Millions of supporting tweets filled my twitter timeline, but of course the "I hate you"'s stood out to me the most.

Just to fulfill my boredom, I got on my most hated media network, twitter. I scroll through my feed a bit, and then check my mentions. One account in particular kept popping up; @Lia_Smileee . Who is this? I click the name to get to her profile. 10k tweets... And they're all to me. I click 'view tweets' and look at the tweets listed.

"@zaynmalik why are you even in the band?! You should be kicked out."

"@zaynmalik Your voice would sound so much better, if it was silent"

"@zaynmalik The only reason Simon put you into the band was because he felt bad. You're worthless."

My eyes started to become glossy. I quickly blinked to try to stop myself from crying. I checked the name again at the top of the screen. I wrote her name down on a piece of paper, and taped it on the wall next to my bed, so I wouldn't forget it. I made a quiet sigh, then quickly closed my laptop.

The sound of ringing filled the silence. I reached into my pocket to grab my phone. I pressed the green button, titled 'answer'. It was Liam.

"Hey Zayn. What's happening, man?," Liam asked me.

"Nothing much. Why?"

"Oh well I was wondering if you wanted to go to the mall today? Get a few things? What do you say?"

I hesitate for a few seconds...

"Sure, man. Sounds cool," I say "What time?"

"I'll pick you up in an hour. See you then!" He says hanging up.

I put my phone back into my pocket, and the plop down onto my bed. I roll over, so that I'm laying on my back. For half an hour I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about that girl. Why me? What did I ever do to her? She's the most dedicated hater I've ever seen. 10 thousands tweets just to say she hates me? Her name kept popping up into my mind as I started to get ready; Lia. I stick each leg through a pant leg, then put on a black V-neck.

When Liam got here, he beeped the horn of his car. I got my wallet and keys, then headed out the door.

"You alright, Zayn? You seem a little down..." Said Liam, as I got into the car.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm just tired ," I lied.

He drove away from my flat. When we got to the mall, we were already getting attacked by at least 50 Directioners. We signed a few papers and quickly took pictures with all of them. I honestly didn't really mind, but sometimes you just wish you had some more privacy. When we went inside the stores, more people approaches us. The last girl to come up to us in the store held her phone in her hand. She unlocked her phone and showed me some recent tweets of a familiar name. The name echoes in my mind; Lia.

"Someone needs to slap @zaymalik in the face. He should kill himself."

"@zaynmalik If I was your mother, I'd be so disappointed."

Without thinking, I quickly push the phone out of my face. The girl holding the phone looks at me, surprised.

"Sorry... " I say giving an apologetic smile.

"It's alright, I understand. May I get a hug?" She responds politely.

I give her a hug that lasts about ten seconds. I start to pull away.

"Thanks so much!" She says, while walking away.

I can feel my smile fade away, with worried eyes. I try to forget what I had just read. After Liam and I get finished shopping hours later, he drops me off at my flat.

"Night, mate! See you tomorrow." Liam yells, driving off.

I open the door, throw my things on the counter, then run up to my room. I sit down on my bed with my head in my hands. I pull out my phone and log onto twitter. I look at my mentions, and go to Lia's account. The first thing I can think of is to DM her, to settle this. I quickly follow her, so she can reply to my messages. I then click 'compose message'.

"I would just like to know why you would spend all your time sending me hate. Why? What do you get out of this? What have I ever done to you?" I press send.

Lia's POV

I'm eating a bowl of spaghetti, when suddenly my phone beeps. My phone reads:

"@zaynmalik is now following you!"

"New Direct Message from: @zaynmalik"

I drop my fork out of my hands, and I fall to the floor. Am I dreaming? I slap my face really hard to check. Ouch. I am definitely not dreaming.

I get up and run over to the side of the table with my phone. I get on Twitter and click my DM's. '@zaynmalik' popped up. I started panicking, then looked at the message he sent me.

"I would just like to know why you would spend all your time sending me hate. Why? What do you get out of this? What have I ever done to you?" Is what the message said. I hesitated to answer.

The only reason why I tweeted those hateful words to Zayn was to get his attention, and now I definitely had his attention.

I decide to reply.

"Okay Malik, you really want to know why I do this stuff?" I press send.

He quickly answers, "Yes. I'm tired of this!"

"Well I'm not just going to give up now. You know my name, but you don't know my face. You have to earn the answers."

"How do I earn the answers?" He responds.

" I will tell you tomorrow. Gotta go." I say, then long out.

What am I going to do?

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