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.

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24. “Life is full of surprises, capitalize on the good ones.”

“Life is full of surprises, capitalize on the good ones.” - Unknown

Noel walked into the kitchen, dressed in loose, thin pajamas. She rubbed her eyes, noticing Sasha standing over the stove, a pan in her hand.

“What are you making?” Noel asked, opening the fridge and taking out a water bottle. She slowly walked to the bar, bare feet cold against the hardwood floor.

“Stir fry.” Sasha moved the food around with a spatula. She glanced at Noel, licking her lips.

“Nice,” Noel said quietly, hopping up onto the chair. It was still tense between them from hours before. Noel played with her hair; wet from the previous shower.

“Hey,” Sasha looked back down at the pan, where the sizzling food was sitting. “I didn’t mean to snap at you in the car. I was just pissed that I got a ticket.” She looked at the ticket which was lying on the counter.

“It’s… fine,” Noel bit the inside of her cheek. “I was just mad at you because I’m really emotional right now.” She looked down, the image of Zayn in the hospital running through her head. She swallowed.

“Yeah,” Sasha sighed, turning off the stove. She put the food onto plates. “Honestly, I hope Zayn gets better.” She placed a plate of steaming stir fry and a fork in front of Noel.

“Really?” Noel took a bite of chicken. She chewed it slowly. “I thought you totally hated him.”

“Well, sort of. I still want him to get better, though.” She walked around the counter and took a seat next to Noel, taking a sip of water.

“Hm,” Noel took another bite. “I hope he’s okay.” She felt a slight pain deep in her chest.

“Do you want me to call the doctor?”

“No, It’ll be okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Sasha shrugged, putting a large amount of vegetables into her open mouth. She swallowed it loudly. “Do you think I should go to the class or online?”

Noel cocked her head. “What?”

“For traffic school.”

“Oh,” Noel nodded her head in understanding, bangs falling in front of her eyes. She swiped them back. “Definitely online.”

“Thought so.” Sasha coughed into her arm, just as the landline started ringing. Sasha reached over and picked it up, putting it to her ear. “Hello-o-o?” She arched her eyebrows, handing the phone to Noel. “It’s for you.”

Noel took it, swallowing her food and putting the phone against her right ear. “Noel here.”

A gruff, male voice spoke on the other end. “Hello, Noel.” He sounded like he was smiling. “I have some good news.”

“Are you from the hospital?” She bit her lip.

“Yes. I’m Zayn’s doctor. I’m sorry to call you at this hour, but you will be pleased to hear the news.”

“W-what is it?”

“Zayn Malik has woken up.”

Noel felt herself smile, a big, toothy smile. She clapped her hand against the counter, eyeing Sasha. “That’s great!”

“But…”

“But?”

“He is very, very tired. And hungry. He’s confused, too. Right now he’s eating soup in the hospital bed, half asleep.”

Noel felt the smile decrease. “How’s his personality? Like… normal?”

“Well, he seems sad at the moment. He isn’t what he was before, obviously. But, he’ll get better.”

“Should I come over?”

“I don’t want to make you go out of your way, sweety.”

Noel sighed. “Okay, tomorrow morning can I take him home?”

“I wouldn’t advise it. He’s still in a fragile, confused state. But, he may be better after a night’s rest.”

“So, I can, though?”

“Yes, that is an option.” She heard hushed voices in the background.

“Okay. You’ll watch him overnight, right? To make sure he stays… um.” She tried to look for the word.

“Yes, we guarantee he’ll wake up tomorrow morning.”

“Great.” She smiled faintly.

“Any more questions?”

“No, sir.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow morning it is.”

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