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 ∞


3. Chapter 3 ♥️

( Zayn's P.O.V )

Once I got into my car, I checked the time to notice that i'm already 20 minutes late for my boxing session. I start the car, and dash to the gym.

When I arrive, Max is sitting on a steel bench, with a stern look on his face.

"30 minutes late Malik.." He stands up and walks over to me.

"I know, i'm sorry. I got.. Caught up."

I threw my gym bag onto the ground, and run my fingers through my hair.

"Caught up, huh? Well don't let it happen again."

"Got it."

I remove my shirt and toss it onto a mat, and remove my converses from my feet.

Max does his basic routine with me, and when i'm punching the rugged bag.. I picture Jared's face onto it. Each swing, each hook, is filled with anger and hate. My body began to shake and I found myself not being able to think clearly.

"Malik! Calm down!" My trainer begans to raise his voice.

I ignore his comment, and continue to force my fist into the bag repeatedly.

"Calm the fuck down!!" Max yells some more.

All of a sudden, the chain holding the punching bag up snapped, causing the bag to drop to the ground.

"Damn it Zayn! That's the third fucking bag this month!"

"Fuck, i'm sorry! Fuck." I tug at my hair.

I throw my gloves onto the floor, and slide down one of the white cold walls. I sit there and put my hands into my face.

"Are you alright? Today just seems like it hasn't been your day." Max says while sliding down next to me.

"Yeah, same old shit." I lie.

"Mhm." He gets up and leaves me alone in the gym.

By his comment, I can tell that he doesn't believe me. Right now, I could really use some cocaine. Just to ease off this bad feeling. How I feel right now, makes me want to just kill someone.. Jared to be specific.

I get off of the floor, put my shirt and shows back on, and walk to my car, leaving all of my shit inside of the gym.

I quickly drive to my house, and leave my car unlocked. I pull my keys out of the ignition and jet inside of my home for my desire. Once I get inside of my bedroom, I quickly dig inside of my drawer and pull out the bag of the powder. I grab a handful of the drug, and sniff it up through my nose. The sensation runs through my entire body, and I love the chills I get from it. I take another wiff and it's even better than the first. My head is swirling a bit, but I don't really give any fucks right now. I repeat the sniff and enhale routine, until the pile is emptied from my hand. At this point, my mind is jumbling up all over the place and I don't know what to do what myself.

Heading downstairs, I almost trip because I swear i'm seeing two of each step. I run out the door and head to my truck. Taking a seat inside, I struggle to retrieve my keys from my jean pocket, but once I get them, I start the truck and head off to club.

Once I get outside of the club known as '21', I park my truck right across from the club door and lock the doors. I go up to the front of the line and get a nod from the security guard, and he removes the door blocker to let me in. I would come here every night back when I was a trainwreck, so everyone who worked here knew who I was.

The lights of the club mix up my mind even more and I can still feel my blood running through my body like crazy. I walk over to the barstand and sit down on one of the high stools. Jessica, the bartender who would always serve me grins and walks over to me.

"Hey there stranger." she bends over the table to show her cleavage and I can't help it but take a peek.

"Hey Jess, how have you been?" I ask while biting my lip. Me and Jessica had a past.. A quite fun one actually. One night when I was drunk, she asked me to take her home and I did. My home that is. After that one night, we had a few more sexual activities, even a few blow jobs in the bathroom, and once I stopped coming here it all just.. stopped.

"Pretty good. What about you?"

"Good and good. Miss having your pretty little lips wrapped around me?" I ask and see her cheeks begin to redden.

"Sure thing. What can I get you?" she says seductively.

"I'll take some vodka.. and a bit of you." I wink at her.

"Coming right up." she walks over to the end of the bar and begins to pour my drink.

As I wait for my drink, I spot a dark haired girl dancing on the dance floor of the club. Her hips are swaying back and forth, and the black fitted dress she's wearing show off all of her curves. I don't see anyone with her, only people around her, so I decide to go join her. As I walk onto the dance floor, I go up behind her and decide to wrap my arms around her small waist. She turns her face to look over to me, and her eyes are a beautiful blue color.

"Hey there." I grin.

"Hi." She continues to dance along to the beat of the music, and I can feel me becoming harder by the second.

"What's your name?" I say loudly over the music.


"Cool, i'm Zayn."

"Cool." Her ass is now moving against my hardness, and I don't think I can wait too long for her to come home with me.

We dance for about a minute together, and by this point, i'm full of eager.

"Can I take you home?" I smirk while I whisper into her ear.

"You tell me." She says back into my ear, causing me chest pains.

"Let's go." I lead her out of the club and head into my truck with her.

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