Beautiful Tragedy *Zayn Malik*

I hate everything about you, you're eyes, you're smile, you're accent. Everything. I hate how I crave the taste of your lips, I hate it how the mere thought of you makes me tingle inside. Everything about you, is a tragedy. But you, Zayn Malik, are one Beautiful Tragedy.


5. Chapter Five


Clary's POV


When I got home I brought myself up into my bedroom. I put my bag on my desk chair then laid down on my bed. After a while, I got up from my bed and got dressed into something more comfy.


I put on a pair of sweat pants and a tight crop top then put half my hair up and went into my backyard. We had a pool back here, but we haven't used it quite yet. But we will soon. I looked around a bit then headed back inside just as my dad was getting home. 


"Hey, Clary." My dad said to me.

"Hi, dad." I replied, grabbing an apple out of the fridge. 

"BBQ tonight?" He asked. "I invited the neighbors over." He added and I smiled.

"Yeah, give us a reason to use the pool, right?" I asked and he smirked.

"Yeah," He said back. "So burgers and hotdogs?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah," I replied. "When are the neighbors coming over?" I asked. 

"Uh, ten minutes." He said and I rolled my eyes. Great.

"Great, only ten minutes to get ready." I replied and he smirked. 

"Oh, Clary you'll survive." He said. "Also, I got you your prescription sunglasses today." He said, pulling a box out of his jacket. I opened it to see the black ray band glasses.

"Awesome!" I replied. I have glasses, but I wear contacts. So my sunglasses are prescription so I don't have to wear my contacts outside when I don't have to. 

"Alright, go get you're bathing suit on." He said and I nodded and ran upstairs to my bedroom. 


I put on my strapless coral pink bikini and my white knitted see threw sweater. I put on my black flip flops and washed off my make up and took out my contacts, putting on my glasses. 


I went back downstairs to see my brothers all shirtless in their swim trunks and their sunglasses. I love my brothers, but I hate not having a sister. I begged my mom and dad for years to have another baby, but then my mother died so that never happened.


My brothers and I all went into the back yard and they went right in the pool and I sat down on one of the sun chairs, like I always do. I took off my sweater and sat there in my bikini listening to my music threw one head phone. 


Minutes later, the neighbors showed up. A mum, a dad, three girls, and Zayn. The only son, it must be nice to have three sisters. I put my sunglasses on and pretended that I didn't even know he was here.


"Hey, Clary." Zayn said, moving my legs off the chair and sitting at the end of it, I raised my sunglasses and looked at him.

"Do you mind?" I asked and he shook his head.

"No, not at all." He replied. He didn't have a shirt on and was wearing swim trunks and his sunglasses. "You look hot in that bikini." He replied.

"Well can you go think about how hot I am somewhere else?" I asked and he smirked.

"You're sassy, I like that." He said and I rolled my eyes, he smirked his stupid hot smirk then got up and headed towards the pool. 


After a few minutes of listening to music, I helped my dad make dinner, I made the salad inside. I usually always make the salads, since I make them so good. After, I put the salad in the fridge and went outside, the second I walked out, I was scooped up off the ground and I looked up to see Zayn.


"Zayn, put me down." I said to him.

"You're going for a swim." Zayn said and I looked to see he was headed towards the pool.

"Zayn, I'm serious. Put me down." I repeated and he shook his head.

"Plug your nose." He said and I looked up at him, he smiled down at me and with in seconds I was in the water.


I went down to the bottom of the pool and pushed my feet against the bottom and went back up to the surface, gasping for air. I moved the wet hair out of my face and looked up to see Zayn laughing. 


"You're an ass." I spat at him and he smiled.

"Thank you." He replied. "Means a lot." 

"Yeah, whatever." I said getting out of the pool. I walked over to my chair and picked up my towel, wrapping it around my waist then fixed my hair and sat back down in my chair. 


I picked up my phone off the table and saw I had a new contact added into my phone, Zayn added his number. How did he figure out my password? I rolled my eyes and saw he texted me. 


Zayn- You look hot when your mad.

Clary- That's good for you.

Zayn- Yeah, it is. 


I clicked off my phone and put it back on the table then my father announced that the food was ready. I got my burger and put on my lettuce, mustard, ketchup, and pickles then sat down in my chair again. 


I took a bite out of my burger and smiled, I love my dads burgers. Especially when they're home made. I live for these burgers.

One I finished, I put everything away with Nelson then went back outside and onto my phone.

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