Professional boxer Zayn Malik has an extremely crazy past. So crazy, that he started boxing because of it so he could let all of his anger out. His only escape from the past seems to be Jade. And he's willing to fight.. For her love. ∞ A Zayn Malik fan fiction ∞


1. Chapter 1 ♥️

( Zayn's P.O.V ) 

"C'mon Malik! You can do better than that!" Max, my trainer says towards me.
I take another hard swing towards the punching bag, and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Sweat drips down my head, and even a bit on my torso. I continue to swing and punch the bag harder and harder each time my fist connects with the torn material.
"Alright, that's enough for today. We'll work on this a bit more tomorrow."
"You sure? I could do some more for about an hour?.." I ask Max while wiping my forehead with my glove.
"You've been here for almost 5 hours Zayn, i'm sure you've had enough." 
I remove my gloves and throw them on top of the mat sitting in the corner of the room. 
"I'll see you tomorrow Malik, same time as usual." Max says while leaving the gym.
I head towards the showers and step into one. I toss my clothes onto the hanger, and twist the shower knob to on. I let the warm water stream down my tense body, and wash my body down with soap. After washing myself with the ocean breeze scented soap, I soaked my hair with conditioner and scrubbed my fingers into my scalp. Once I was done with my shower, I turned the knob off and grabbed a white towel that was on another hanger and draped it around my waist. I grabbed my clothes and walked into the locker room.
The room was empty, not to my surprise since it's already midnight. I tucked my clothes into my locker, and grabbed a pair of black basketball shorts, some boxers, and a white t-shirt from the top of my locker. I quickly change into my clothes and slip some socks on with my black vans.
Once I get out to the parking lot of the gym, I spot Jared leaning against my black Range Rover. I quickly walk up to him.
"What the hell are you doing here? And get off of my truck." I spit in a harsh tone.
"Woah, calm down Malik.. Just came to.. Talk." 
I know Jared, and he isn't here to 'just talk'. 
"What is it Jared?"
"I need you to do me a favor.." He begans to rub his chin with his hand.
"Not again. No, last time I almost got caught because of you. No, i'll pass."
I push him out of the way from my truck door, and unlock it.
"That's the thing.. You don't have a choice this time Zayn."
I could already feel my hands swell up, as they clenched by my sides.
"What do you mean.. I don't have a choice?" I turn back towards Jared.
"Well.. You owe me."
"I don't owe you shit! Now get out of my face, before I bash your head through my windshield." 
"You sure about that?"
All of a sudden, a group of guys form around Jared, and they all stare at me with miserable faces.
"I'll still kill you. They don't phase me." I put my keys into my pocket and lift my fists up, preparing myself for what may happen next.
"You heard him boys.." 
At least 10 guys come surrounding me, and they start swinging their arms into me. I'm trying my best to fight them all off, but it's tough when it's 1 against 10. I feel hard punches hit my ribs repeatedly, and by the time i'm dropped to the ground, i'm already coughing up puddles of blood.
"Enough." Jared interupts and whispers something into one of the guys ears, causing his whole gang to dissapear into the dark.
"Things wouldn't have gotten so out of hand if you would've just cooperated." He grins.
I spit out the remains of blood in my mouth.
"What do I need to do?" I ask, feeling pain throughout my entire body.
"Take this, and get rid of it." 
He hands me a dufflebag and I nod. 
"Don't let me down Malik, or I may just have to have you killed myself." He stated, before dissapearing like the rest of his group.

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