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 ∞


8. Chapter 8 ♥️

( Jade's P.O.V )

I arrived at the party just about 10 minutes ago, and a boy named Jason asked me if I wanted to dance with him. I decided to since he seems pretty nice, and we begin to dance to the beat of the music together. He's a bit taller than me, and has brown hair and dark eyes. I begin to sway my hips to the music, and I feel his arms wrap around my waist. As I contuinue to dance, I suddenly hear a loud boom go throughout the room. I turn my eyes to see Zayn. He's staring at me for a while, and then that's when I notice the huge hole in the wall next to him. I look down to his hand, to see it full of white from the drywall. Everyone is now staring at him, and him only. The music goes off, and Zayn just stands there. Confused, I stare at him for a while. He continues to look back, right before he jets out of the house.

"Zayn!" I call while chasing him out of the house.

He starts to walk somewhere.. I don't know where, but it's somewhere. I don't think he's seen me, or heard me. I quickly run to my car, and follow him slowly while he walks fastly. And no, i'm not a stalker. I just want to see what his problem is.

By the time he finally reaches a spot, I notice that i'm at a gym by spotting a huge sign that is labeled "Max's Gym." Zayn turns into the lot, and heads inside of the gym with his hands clenched. I quickly park into the empty lot and head inside.

When I walk inside, I notice that the lights are off and I can barely see. All of a sudden, the lights go on and I quickly run behind a locker so no one will see me. I peek from behind the locker and see Zayn shirtless with boxing gloves on. Right before he takes a swing at the punching bag, a man walks in. Causing me to hide a bit more behind the steel locker.

"Don't break this one Malik, it's the last one i'm paying for this month." The man speaks while pointing to the red punching bag hanging from the ceiling by a chain.

He leaves and Zayn begins to swing fast and hard at the bag. I can't tell if he's saying something or just cussing, but he's muttering things while he's swinging hooks left and right to the bag. I can't help it but admire the way his tense body contracts with every movement, the way sweat begins to drip onto his forehead, and the way his dark tattoos become more appealing while he's beating the crap out of that bag. After having my little daydream of Zayn's apperance, I decide to go up to him. I walk out from behind the locker, and once i'm about 3 feet away from him, he notices my prescence. He turns to me, with a confused face.

"What.. What the hell are you doing here?" He asks with a harsh tone.

Was following him such a good idea?... I hope so.

"I, uh.. I.. Wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed pretty pissed at that party." I fidget with my fingers.

"Oh.. I'm fine."

"Good.. Um, why'd you punch that wall?.." I ask curiously.

It takes him a second to think of an answer.

"I don't know."

Or maybe not an answer.

"What do you mean.. You don't know?"

( Zayn's P.O.V )

I can't believe Jade followed me here.. I have to say though, i'm not mad about it. I'm actually kind of.. Happy she did, I guess. I don't know.

"What do you mean.. You don't know?" She asks.

"I don't.. I have no clue."

I really don't. Well, maybe I do.. I'm not sure. Seeing that guy dancing with Jade flicked a fire in me and when he put his arms on her petite waist.. It just added more fuel to the fire.

Jade stands there, confused as hell I can tell. I can't help but admire her looks. She's wearing a pink shirt that ends a bit before her belly button, and some tight jeans on. She can wear just a shirt and jeans and look so fucking hot.

Stop Zayn, this is not the time to think about her looks.

"Well, maybe I do.." I add.

Maybe I should just tell her.

"Tell me."

I take my gloves off and place them onto the floor.

"I guess seeing you dance with someone else, fucked up my mind. I have no idea." I chuckle a bit, but try to stay completely serious.

I see pink begin to appear on her cheeks, and she brings her face down to try to cover it.

I walk up to her, and bring her face back up.

"Don't hide your shyness, it's cute." I smile while keeping the side of her face cupped into my hand.

"But.. But why did you get so mad? When you don't even like me in that way?.."

"What makes you think I don't like you in that way?.."

I do like her. I know it. Ever since the night I saw her dancing at that club, I knew she was head turner. She wasn't like any other girl I met before. She was.. Different. And in this case, different is good.

"Because.. I was just a one night stand." She sighs.

"Well.. If you were just a one night stand.. I wouldn't have done this."

Before I know it, my lips are planted onto hers. Her lips taste like fruit, and right now.. I'm craving for more and more fruit. She brings her hand up to my hair and motions her mouth with mine. I enter my tounge into her mouth, and she quickly gives me access. I caress her face with my hands while continuing to kiss her. We finally let ourselves breathe and end the kiss. It was the most passionate kiss i've ever had to be completely honest. Other kisses were just puppy love kisses in middle school.

Jade looks up to me, with an expressionless face.

"Do you still think your just a 'one night stand'?" I quote in air bubbles while smirking.

And to my surprise, I don't get an answer. Instead.. I get Jade running out of the gym leaving me completely clueless.

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