Poetry - Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Zayn Malik. He's sweet and caring. Never would he hurt a soul. That's his cover. His dirty past is built of lies and destruction. He finds a girl, a girl by the name of Noel. What keeps them sane? Poetry.


3. “A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.”

“A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.” - Charles Chaplin

"This must be the place," Noel looked up. She was standing in front of Zayn's house, it wasn't far from hers. It looked pretty big, two stories up, and the music was faded but still audible from outdoors. Silhouettes of people dancing could be seen through the windows, and Noel was actually quite scared. She'd only known Zayn, and he would most likely be with others. 

Noel had earlier told Sasha she was going out to a nightclub. Sasha didn't believe her at first, Noel never went to nightclubs, but sooner or later Sasha gave in. Noel decided to dress in black jeans and a studded blue top, pretty casual; from what she'd heard she'd be getting spilled on and sweat on.

"Hey come on in!" said a guy's voice from the house. Noel looked up to see a boy, about twenty looking, calling her in. He was topless, his shorts sagging low, and a hat backwards over his blonde hair. "Are you here for the party?"

"Uh.. yeah," Noel said, shyly walking up to the front porch. "This Zayn's house, right?"

"Yeah, I'm his friend. Come in already. Oh, and Zayn's near the hallway in the back if you want to see him," the boy said, walking back in. Noel ran to the door before it closed, slipping inside.

People where almost everywhere. From 16 year olds to 30 year olds, it was packed. Music was bursting through the speakers, pulsating through Noel's veins, making the floor seem to have a heartbeat. Almost everybody looked pretty drunk. 

Noel slid through the crowd with many excuse me's and pardon me's. Finally, she found Zayn, bobbing his head to the music, drinking alcohol from a red cup.

"Hey!" he said, a crooked smile on his face. He walked to her, tripping over his own feet. "I knew you could make it."

"Hi," Noel said uncertainly. He looked very drunk. "Nice party you got going." She nodded towards the dancing crowd, swaying rhythmically to the music.

"Thanks," he smiled, taking a gulp from the cup. "You want some beer?"

"No thanks."

"Wanna dance?" he shrugged, combing a hand through his hair. "I don't usually dance, but live for the moment, eh?"

"I uh-" she couldn't finish, because Zayn was already grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the crowd. They made their way through sweaty bodies, finally ending up in the middle. Noel watched as Zayn danced, moving his hips back and forth, his arms above his head.

"C'mon Noel," Zayn said, getting a hold of her arms, swaying them around. "Dance."

"I don't think..." she started, but Zayn turned her around, her back facing him. She gasped as he pulled her into him, Zayn making them both move. She felt his hot breathe, with the smell of vodka, saying into her ear, "Dance with me."

So he was drunk, very drunk. This wasn't the Zayn Noel met at the coffee house. This was drunk Zayn, now digging his hips into her back, grinding into her. She yelped with terror as Zayn danced into her, rather sexually, she might add.

"Zayn, STOP," Noel yelled, forcefully turning herself around. "You are way to drunk to touch me. Get out of this dance floor." Noel grasped his wrist the way he had to her's earlier, pulling him into a room where it was quiet. 

The shut the door, and the music was now faded. "Zayn," she growled, looking up at him with squinted eyes. "You need to snap out of it."

"I love the way you move," Zayn smiled, slurring his words, falling back onto the couch. He obviously wasn't listening to her.

"God dammit Zayn," Noel said, grabbing a glass of water. She splashed it onto Zayn's face, making him blink rapidly.

"Wha.." he looked confused, then looked up. "Why would you do that, Noel?" His words where less slurred.

"Because what you just did was sexual abuse, and you need to get a hold of yourself." Noel sat next to him on the couch, now looking into his chocolate eyes.

"I'm really sorry," Zayn said, shaking his head. "The vodka got to me, I guess." Water droplets sat on his eyebrows and glittered his beard.

Noel smiled. "But that goes to show you have a thing for me," Noel said. "The way you danced on me."

Zayn laughed from deep in his chest. "Do I now?"

"Yup," said Noel, sounding satisfied. For a second she forgot the troubles Zayn has caused before, she was with him only there and then. She handed him a piece of paper with numbers scribbled on it. "Here's my number. Text me anytime."

"I will. Say, does Sasha know you're here?" He put the paper into his back pocket.

"No... she doesn't want me seeing you. I guess she won't forgive you," Noel looked at his arm, wondering what all the tattoos meant.

Zayn sighed, messing with his glow-bracelet. "I wish she'd learn that the past is the past."

"I wish she'd learn that too."


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