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 ∞


21. Chapter 21 ♥️

( Zayn's P.O.V )

"Fuck!" I tug at my hair.

That skank Sasha picked a horrible time to start flirting with me.

"This is all of your fucking fault!" I yell at the slut.

"My fault? It was your stupid girlfriends fault for throwing her yogurt at us!" She screams and runs off to the bathroom.

"Woah, that was crazy bro." Harry gets off the tattoo chair and chuckles.

I shake my head and wipe off some of the yogurt that ended up on my face.

"Yeah, i'm out of here." I walk away from Harry and head out to the lot and drive off to my house.


I hop out of the shower and change into some sweatpants and a blue shirt. I leave my hair down, not bothering to put it in its usual quiff, and grab my phone off of my dresser.

Jade doesn't know that Sasha is just a hoe that stays around Harry, and she needs to know that.. I can't let her slip away from me like that.

I click call and get sent immediately to her voicemail.

"Fucking shit, answer me Jade." I hit end and throw my phone on my bed.

I pull my hair and shake my head.

"I have to fix this.. I have to." I tell myself.

I grab my phone and head out of the door.

( Jade's P.O.V )

I marched into my house and threw my keys onto the kitchen counter. I sit down on a stool and put my face in my hands.

I should've known better than to trust Zayn. He's nothing but a scum bag cheater.

All of a sudden, there's a knock at my door.

"Who is it?!" I yell, knowing that it's Zayn.

"You know it's me, open up Jade!" he yells from behind the door.

"No, I don't want to see you." I get up and walk towards the door.

"Please, I have to talk to you!"

I stood silent.

"C'mon, please! Fuck!"

"Why should I trust you anymore?" I ask.

"Because.. I love you."

I inhale and exhale deeply. I turn the door knob and cross my arms over my chest.


He walks in and we sit in the living room. I sit on the couch while he sits on the recliner.

"That girl, she's a whore."

I laugh.

"Stating the obvious much? Did you see what see was freaking wearing. But continue."

"Did you see that guy getting tattooed?" He asks.

My mind goes back to seeing the curly haired guy in a chair, getting tattoed.


"Well, she was with him. His slut I guess you can say. She started flirting with me as soon as you saw me. I'm sorry if you thought otherwise.."

I don't know whether to believe him or not, but I can see the seriousness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I took it the wrong way.."

"It's alright."

He gets up and sits near me. He brings his lips to mines and I tug at his hair.

All of a sudden, a loud noise goes off.

Of course.. It's Zayn's phone.

"Shit.. One second Jade."

He stands up and answers the phone.


I can't hear what the other person on the line is saying.

"Now? Your kidding."

Another silence.

"Fuck, i'll be there."

He hangs up and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry Jade.. I have to go. People are always getting in shit."

"Who?" I ask.

"I wish I could tell you.. But I don't want to put you in a bad position."

Bad position? What the hell does he mean.

"What do you mean?"

"I have to go.. I love you." He kisses my forehead and leaves my house.

I really want to know what Zayn's been hiding..

So, I come up with the best idea.

It's not right.. But I need to know.

I grab my keys and head out to my car. I see Zayns truck go down the street and I hop in my car and follow after him.

Hopefully i'm doing the right thing..

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