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.


3. Chapter Three


Clary's POV


"Hey, guys." My father said as we walked into the house. "How was school?" He asked us, I looked at him and smiled.

"It was good." Nelson replied.

"Oh yeah, meet anyone?" He asked, sipping on his coffee. They all shook their heads and my father looked at me. "Clary?" He asked and I shook my head as well. 

"No, I didn't." I replied. 


Truthfully, I couldn't get Zayn out of my head. His smile, his eyes, his accent. All of it was so perfect, and I hated him for having it. I hated the fact that I craved his lips, I wanted to know how they tasted. And I don't know why. 


I smiled at my father then went up to my bedroom, closing the door. I needed to get Zayn out of my head, and for good. I knew for a fact he was older than me, just from the way he looks, not too much older though.


I paced back and fourth in my bedroom when I decided to log onto my laptop, logging onto twitter. I saw I had a notification, I clicked on the box in the car upper left corner and saw that Zayn and his friends had fallowed me.


I logged out of twitter and logged onto facebook. There's nothing ever interesting on the internet. But I do it when I'm bored, like always. After I logged off facebook, my father called me down for dinner. 


I shut my laptop then headed downstairs to the kitchen and sat down between My father and Griffin. My dad made burgers and fries, his specialty. I smiled down at my food then lifted up my burger and took a bite. 


I put down my burger and started on my fries, they were deep fried, like usual. After I finished, I got a glass of water then put my plate in the sink then went back up to my bedroom, turning on my t.v. 


I laid down on my bed watched the t.v. I had no clue what I was watching, but it was interesting. It was about animals, probably the discovery channel. I flipped threw the channels until I head music blaring from my neighbors house. 


I tried to ignore it but it just kept getting louder and louder, it drove me to the point where I got out of my bed and walked out of my bedroom and headed downstairs.


I put my shoes on quickly and headed to my neighbors house, pounding on the door, but there was no answer, of coarse not because of how loud the music was. I stayed there, knocking on the door until it answered. 


I turned to see someones chest, covered in tattoos, even his arms. He has a nice body, toned abs. Tanned skin, I starred at his chest until he cleared his throat. 


"Can I help you?" He asked and I looked up to see the one and only.




Zayn's POV


"Can I help you?" I asked her and she looked up at me, confused.

"What?" She said, her accent is cute, a mix of British and American. I liked it. "You're my neighbor?" She asked and I smirked.

"Ah, so you're my new neighbor?" I asked and she sighed.

"Great." She replied.

"So, what do you want?" I asked.

"For you to turn your music down." She said and I smirked.

"Yeah, okay." I said then shut the door on her.


Clary Sikes, why is your face all of a sudden the only thing I can think of? You're voice, you're touch, you're soft lips. I want you out of my head, and I want you out of it now. But the only way to get you out of it, is to make you mine. 

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