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.


28. “Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.”

“Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.” – W.B. Yeats

The carnival had childhood memories written all over it. The ferris wheel, the ball games, all the kids running around, hand in hand with their parents. Noel sighed, smiling a bit.

“Where do you want to go?” Zayn looked around, brushing his hand through his hair. He glanced down at Noel.

“Uh,” she bit her lip for a split second. “How about the slide?” She pointed to a steep yellow slide, sloping down.

Zayn swallowed. “Um, you sure?”

“Yeah.” She sounded curious. “Why wouldn’t I be?” She smiled, crossing her arms and shifting her weight.

“Eh,” he scratched the back of his neck. “How about we go to the bean bag toss?” He cleared his throat, turning the other way. Noel grasped his shoulder before he could go. She giggled.

“You’re afraid of heights!”

“That’s ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes, face turning a slight pink.

“Don’t lie to me.” She playfully punched his shoulder.

“Fine,” he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I might be.” He snapped his head towards her. “But it’s nothing to be ashamed of!”

She breathed in, taking his hand. “Can we please go on the slide?” She wiped her brow of sweat, being the sun was beaming down on them. “I promise it’ll be okay.” She kissed his hand. “You’ll be with me.”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, looking at two screaming kids going down. He winced. “God, this is embarrassing.”

“Just go, Zayn.” She started walking towards it. “Please?”

He cocked his head. “Well you obviously won’t give up.”

“I know.” She smiled.


“You ready?” A young man bent by the top of the slide, a whistle dangling from his teeth.

Noel and Zayn where sitting on the top of the slide, Noel in front of Zayn. His longs legs stretched out in front of her. She looked down. The slide was steep and wavy, each curve dipping further down.

“We’re ready.” Noel said, glancing at Zayn for a bit, whose face was pale. She smiled at him reassuringly. The man blew the whistle.

Zayn pushed off, wrapping his legs tights around Noel’s waste. She put her hands up, wind blowing her hair and face. Her stomach dropped for only a second, and as soon as it started, it was over.

She stood up, smoothing her hair down. Zayn stood up too, breathe fast. “See?” She walked out of the gate. “That wasn’t so bad.”

“Easy for you to say,” Zayn sighed, trying to fix his messy hair, which was sticking out in every direction possible. Noel laughed.

They looked around for something to do. In reality, the carnival really wasn’t that exciting. It was more of a pumpkin patch for kids. She would suggest the ferris wheel, but she knew Zayn would disagree.

“This place blows,” Noel mumbled, shielding her eyes from the sun.


“Blows,” she repeated, looking up at him. “This place blows.”

Zayn snickered. “Just wanted to hear you say that again.”

She started walking with him. “Who knew you were so immature?” She smiled smugly.

“I thought you did.”

“Well,” she paused. “I guess I do now.”

He stopped. “If this place is so crappy, why don’t we just leave?”

“Because you paid and it would be rude to just leave.”

“Not if I agree with you.” He glanced over his shoulder. “I think we should go.”

She nodded. “Can I sleep over at your place?” They started walking towards the exit, dodging toddlers.



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