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 ∞


13. Chapter 13 ♥️

( Jade's P.O.V )

I pull into the parking lot and Zayn finally texts back.

From: Zayn

"Stop thinking anything was your fault love.. It wasn't. xx"

I smile and tuck my phone into my jean pocket. I step out of my car and walk into the gym. As soon as I walk in, Zayn is the first person I see. He's shirtless punching at a punching bag. He doesn't seem like he has noticed me, so I sit on one of the chairs in the back of the room. I watch him as he swings forcefully into the large bag and I can't help it but blush at the sight of him boxing. Sweat drips down his body, making him look even more hot.

I take my phone out from my back pocket, and decide to text him.

To: Zayn

"You look good when you box. (; Hehe."

All of a sudden, a beep fills the room and Zayn stops swinging. He walks over to his phone that was sitting on top of a a stack of mats. He looks at it, and looks around the room with a confused look on his face.

"Over here!" I say with a smirk on my face.

He looks to me, and smiles.

"When did you get here?" He asked while walking over to me with a smile still crept up on his face.

"A few minutes ago.. I thought i'd surprise you." I chuckle and stand up.

"Your too cute." He notices what he just said and covers his mouth.

"It's okay.. I think your pretty cute too." I laugh and he laughs with me.

"Malik, no time for breaks!" A man calls out while walking towards us.

"C'mon Max.. I never have any breaks." Zayn whines.

"And you won't start now. Sorry miss, he needs his training."

"It's alright, I get it! Go on Zayn." I point to the punching bag.

"Ugh, Max you suck." Zayn pouts while walking back over to the bag and swinging at it.

"Good, now picture my face on there and swing hard with all your might." The instructor laughs.

"Well, if you say so.." Zayn laughs.

"Just don't break it.. Again. Cause it won't be the only thing breaking." The man named Max walks out and Zayn walks back towards me once he's gone.

"Zayn, no distractions! Go practice!" I shout.

"Fine, then you come over here."

"Why should I?" I smirk.

"Because.. I made you a delicious lunch earlier." He smirks back.

He does have a point, those sandwiches were pretty good.

"True.. Fine." I give in and walk towards him.

"Here.. Put these on." He takes his boxing gloves off and hands them to me.

"What?" I giggle.

"Put them on." He smiles.


"Don't make me put them on you myself." He laughs.


I put the big red gloves and strap them so they fit tighter.

"Now.. What I want you to do, is punch the bag."

What the hell? This boy is too much, it's adorable.

( Zayn's P.O.V )

After what happened with Luke, my paranoia has got to me. If this girl were ever to get hurt.. I honestly don't know what i'd do. Right now is the perfect time to show her a few things she can do if someone tries to touch her the wrong way.. Even though i'd be there in a flash.

"Now.. What I want you to do, is punch the bag." I say while holding the new punching bag still.

She swings lazily and chuckles.

"There, I punched it." She laughs.

I can't help it but laugh along with her, just because she's so adorable.

"You call that a punch?" I ask jokingly.

"Yup." She smiles.

"Fine.. Act like Luke's face is the bag. Now, punch it."

I hate bringing his name out of my mouth, but whatever will make her punch harder.. i'll do.

She swings again, but this time I see more force into it.

"Good, good.. Now I need you to try to hook some punches with both your left and right arm."

I put my hand on her arm, and show her how to swing a nice hooker.

"Okay, I think I got it.."

She swings into the bag hard with the right arm and then with the left.

"Good for a beginner." I tease her and she sticks her tounge out.

Honestly, she's doing way too good for a beginner. But I don't want to let that get to her head.

"Now try hooking the bag repeatively, until both of your arms are worn out."

She punches the bag, and i'm really impressed with the hooks she's giving.

"Alright, that's enough.. Before you break the bag this time instead of me." I laugh.

"This is fun, no wonder why you spend your time boxing!" She says in excitement.

I wish that I did this for fun.. But that's nowhere near the complete truth.

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