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 ∞


19. Chapter 19 ♥️

( Jade's P.O.V )

Zayn lifted his body on top of mines, and kicked his shoes off. I did the same, and continued to move my lips with his, as I ran my fingers through his hair. I tug at the bottom of Zayns shirt, and he pulls it over his head. He throws my red blouse off and slides my black skirt down my legs, so they pool at my ankles.

Just as i'm about to unzip his pants, a loud ringer goes off again.

"You have to be fucking kidding me." Zayn groans and stands up.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and answers.

"What? What the fuck do you want now?" He speaks in a harsh tone.

"Now? I told you later."

"Fuck, fine. I'll be there soon."

He hangs up and runs his hand through his raven hair.

"I.. I have to go." He looks down at me.

I roll my eyes, and get off of the bed to go put some clothes on.

Zayn grabs me by my wrist, and pulls me closer to him.

"I'm sorry babe, i'll make this up to you."

His breath trickles on my bare skin, and I feel goosebumps appear on me.

I just nod and change into some black shorts and a blue shirt. Zayn puts his short back on, and comes back towards me before leaving.

"I love you Jade."

I'm mad at Zayn for just ditching me like this with no explanation, but I don't show it.

"I love you too Zayn."

He presses his lips to mine and brushes my cheek with his fingertips.

"I'll call you when i'm home." He smiles at me while tucking a lock of my dark hair behind my ear.

I nod and he leaves. I really want to know who he was on the phone with. My paranoia gets to me again, and so many questions wander around my head.

Is it a girl? Is he cheating on me? What if he's hiding something? Is he doing something dangerous? Why'd he have to leave? Why.. Why won't he tell me anything?

I hate when I become paranoid, because it gets the best of me. To get my mind off of things, I head to the kitchen, order some pizza, and lie down on the couch.

( Zayn's P.O.V )

I pull up in front of Jared's house and I still feel like a complete jerk. I left Jade there like she was a toy I got sick of. I just.. Left her. If Jared would've just left me alone, i'd probably be making love to the beautiful girl right now.

I walk out of my truck in anger, and pound on his door.

"Open the fucking door Jared!" I shout.

The door clicks open, and Jared stands there with a smirk planted on his stupid face.

"Woah, calm down Malik. Got your panties in a twist much?"

"Shut the fuck up. Just tell me what you need, and make it quick."

He steps back and motions for me to enter his house. I step in and Jared shuts the door. We walk over to the kitchen, and I stand behind the island, while he stands directly in front of me.

"I've got some more stuff for you to get rid of." He picks up a suitcase and about 4 dufflebags the same size as the last one.

"What is it?" I rub my chin.

"Some more coke, pain pills, and weed. But I need the money for this even quicker than last time."

"It's not going to be as simple as snapping my fingers. Why do you need the money so badly?" I ask curiously.

"I need to help my brother out."

I nod and slide the suitcase in front of me. I unclick the buttons, and see it filled with the green plant.

"This is a lot of weed."

"Yeah, so get me at least ten thousand."

My eyes widen and I can't believe the price he just asked for.

"Ten thousand?"

"Yes, why so shocked?" He smiles evily.

"That's a lot of money.."

"Yeah, well it's a lot of drugs. Plus, I really need that much, no less."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Alright, you don't have long Malik."

I roll my eyes and pick up the suitcase ad two dufflebags. Jared picks up the other two, and helps me bring them into my truck.

"I'm counting on you Zayn." Jared pats my back and I shrug him off.

"Just because I work for you, doesn't mean I like you Jared. What happened in the past still isn't forgotten." I mutter.

"I know it isn't. Night Malik." He smirks and walks back into his house.

I don't think anything he does can make me hate him even more.. God, he's annoying as fuck.

(Ugh, stupid short chapters:p sorry guys, ha! Ily xx - Myaaa.)

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