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.


23. "Everyone can have a bad day."

"Everyone can have a bad day." – Nikki Haley

“It’ll be okay.”

Sasha’s hushed voice sounded through the busy hospital hallway. Her arm wrapped around Noel in a comforting manner as they made their way out of the building.

Noel wiped the moist skin under her eye, still wet from tears. “But what if it’s not?” Her voice was cracked. They neared the front door. Noel huddled under Sasha’s grasp, frail and fragile.

“He only has a concussion. He’ll wake up in like three days.” Sasha pushed open the front door, light blinding their eyes for a second. “When the doctor and I where alone, he said it was about a ten percent chance that he’ll slip into a coma.”

Noel clenched her teeth. Sasha was way too calm about this. “That’s still a chance, Sasha.” They neared the car and Sasha let go of the younger girl.

“No need to snap at me,” Sasha retorted, opening the driver’s seat and sliding in. Noel hesitantly opened her door, arms feeling like jelly. “Let’s just get home so you can eat loads of chips in your bed and cry for hours.”

“Please don’t make fun of me,” Noel demanded, eyes squinted and focused outside of the front window.

“I’m just stating the truth,” Sasha mumbled, backing out of the tight parking space. “Let’s just go.”

Noel sat back in her chair, arms folded out of her chest. She didn’t mean to be rude to Sasha; she was just in a bad mood in general. It was hard knowing your boyfriend was attached to wires and completely unconscious, laying down in some smelly room.

Sasha was going faster than usual; most likely she wanted to get Noel alone. She stepped on the peddle, zooming through the busy streets.

“You’re going pretty damn fast,” Noel stated, glancing over at Sasha, who was hunched over the wheel.

“Eh.” She made a sharp turn, making some car honk continuously. Noel grasped her seatbelt, sucking in her breath.

Sasha,” she hissed, looking around.

“Oh, calm down.” Sasha reached over and playfully punched Noel’s arm. Noel caught colored flashing lights reflecting in her mirror. She ignored it, but suddenly realized what it was.

“Sasha!” She yelled, heart galloping. “There’s a cop behind us!” She suddenly felt like crying again. That was not a good day.

“Shit,” Sasha spat, looking behind her. She slowed down, pulling the car against a curb. She pulled the keys out of the car. “Stay calm, ok?” She rolled down the window.

A male, middle aged policeman walked up to the side of the car. He was dressed in a tan shirt, badges decorating the front. He bent down; a serious look in his eyes, indicating that he doesn’t play around.

“Hello, officer,” Sasha said, smiling. She nodded, playing it cool.

“Do you know why I pulled you over, m’am?” He placed a hand against the side of the car, hard.

Noel felt like opening the door and running away. She didn’t want to be part of the situation at all. Sasha continued to speak.

“No, sir, I do not.” She looked up at him with wide eyes, elbow sticking out of the open window.

“Young lady, you were driving forty two miles per hour. The highest you could drive is thirty five.” He squinted his eyes.

“Was I now?” She smiled, twirling a strand of hair on her finger.

“Don’t play games with me.” He took out a pen and paper, scribbling down what was most likely a ticket. “Your fine is two hundred and twenty five dollars.” He mocked her smile, shaking his head as he did so. “And two hours of online traffic school. Pay it and get it done by Friday, or I’ll see you in court.” He slapped the paper into her hand. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Fine,” Sasha said, handing the paper to Noel. Sasha looked at his badge. “Bill.”

“Drive safe, kid.” He walked away, hands in his belt loop. It wasn’t until Noel breathed out that she realized she’d been holding her breath.

“I freaking  told you you were going fast!” Noel said, still recovering from the shock.

“I’m paying for it, not you.” Sasha started the car again, driving slower this time. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is you could have gone to jail!” Noel put her face in her palms.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t.” Annoyance hinted in Sasha’s voice as she turned the corner. “And I was just trying to get you home faster. So how about you show some fucking respect, okay?”

Noel looked up at her friend, bottom lip shaking. “Fine,” she whispered, hurt in her voice. “Maybe I will.”


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