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.


4. Chapter Four


Clary's POV


I woke up to my alarm going off, like I do every morning. It's the second day of school. I got out of my bed and brushed out my hair and straightened it. Doing my make up like I did yesterday as well. 


After my hair and make up, I got dressed. I got out my black see threw stockings out of my closet along with my dark blue denim short shorts and a baggy v-neck t-shirt. I tucked the t-shirt half into my shorts then threw on a knitted grey, black, and white geometric pull over.


I then added my black high combat boots to the outfit. I sprayed myself with my favorite perfume sent then grabbed my phone and laptop. I put my laptop in my bag then headed downstairs to the kitchen, like every morning. 


When I got down there, the only ones that were down there were my brothers. Meaning dad had gone to work. They were all eating break fast, as usual. My brothers are typical boys, they eat, sleep, and play video games most of the time. 


"Morning, Clary." Jakub said to me. 

"Morning, Jakub, Michael, Griffin, and Nelson." I replied and they all nodded, taking bites of their cereal. I smirked then walked over to the cupboard, pulling my travel mug. I poured some black coffee into my mug and added some hazel nut milk into it and some sugar. 


After my brothers finished their breakfast, they got their bags and we headed off to school, once we got there, we all went our separate ways. I went to my locker, and thankfully Zayn wasn't there.


I unlocked my locker and opened the door, throwing in my back pack. I took out my phone and started texting Trevor for a bit when the bell rang. I grabbed my travel mug off the top shelf of my locker and headed to Geography. 


After first period, I had a free period. I went down to my locker and grabbed my bag and then closed it again. There's a cafe with internet just down the road, so I'll head there so I can start on the essay for my English class for what I did during the summer, I feel like that's something an elementary school teacher would do, but I didn't argue. 


I headed out of the school and down towards the cafe. I walked inside and took my seat at a two seated table near the front window. I took my laptop out of my bag and turned it on, I plugged my head phones into my phone and left one out and turned on my music. 


"Excuse me," I heard someone say and I looked up to see a waitress, standing there in front of me. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" She asked.

"Uh, sure." I replied, thinking about what I wanted. "Can I just get a hazel nut coffee and a blue berry muffin, please?" I asked and she nodded, writing it down on her note pad. 

"Of course," She replied, walking off. I continued on my essay when she came back, placing a cup and a pat on my table. I smiled at her then took a sip of my coffee. 


As I started eating at my muffin, my essay was getting longer and longer, I did a lot this summer. But I wasn't going to name off everything. I look one last sip of my coffee when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up from my computer and in the seat across from me was Zayn. 


"Can I help you?" I asked him as I took out my ear bud.

"What are you doing?" He asked me.

"Writing my essay for English." I replied.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded. 

"Yes, is there a problem with that?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Oh, no." He replied. "Not at all." He added as I took another piece of my muffin into my mouth, my coffee was empty so I called over the waitress.

"Yes, ma'am?" She asked me.

"Can I get another coffee please?" I asked her. She nodded then looked to Zayn.

"Anything for you, sir?" She asked him and she shook his head.

"No thank you." He replied then she walked off. Seconds later, she came back with my coffee and I drank it down. They have pretty good coffee here. 

"So," I said to Zayn. "What do you want?" I asked him and he smirked.

"You." He replied and I looked at him confused. "You're what I want."

"Well," I started. "Doesn't that just suck for you." I added.

"And why is that?" He asked.

"Because, you can't always get what you want." I said, shutting my laptop. I got up from my table and paid the waitress a twenty dollar bill on my way out of the cafe. 


Leaving Zayn behind. 


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