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.


15. “The marks humans leave are too often scars.”

“The marks humans leave are too often scars.” – John Green

“Hey,” Noel stepped in the apartment, locking the door behind her. Sasha raised her eyebrows from the couch, lifting her head up.

“Oh, hey.”

Smiling slightly, Noel walked to the kitchen, fixing herself a glass of lemonade. It was 2:00, she’d just left from Zayn’s house.

“Why weren’t you here last night?” Sasha asked, lowering the volume on the football game. “You were supposed to sleep here.”

“I uh…” she trailed off, sitting next to Sasha on the leather couch, setting her feet on the coffee table. “Eh, you know.”

“What?” Sasha looked at Noel, red hair coming in waves around her head; obviously done by hand (her hair is naturally straight.) “What did you do?” She smiled, setting her hands on the sofa.

“What do you care?” Noel sipped her lemonade, eyes fixed on the muted TV, where a man just kicked a goal.

“You had sex!” Sasha exclaimed, smiling face staring straight at Noel. Spinning her head around, Noel quickly swallowed her lemonade.

“What!? No!” She shook her head slowly. “Well…”

“I hope you used a condom.”

“Hey!” She snapped, her fist slamming on the sofa as she giggled softly. “We did not have sex. Just, dry intercourse.”

Sasha pouted her bottom lip playfully, crossing her arms. “Aw, no fluids?”

“You are sick.”

“Since I’m not in a relationship, I thought I might like to get in on yours,” she shrugged, turning up the volume. Cheers from the TV sounded, audience roaring.

“You hate Zayn,” Noel stated.

“Yeah, but you’re pretty chill,” She gave a thoughtful look. “I think.”

“I am pretty chill,” Noel smirked, sipping from her cup yet again. She sat up, taking her feet off of the coffee table, setting her cup on it. “I’m going in my room.”

“Why?” Sasha nibbled on her nail.

“I don’t know. Gonna write some poetry I guess.”

Sasha laughed, looking stunned. “You never write poetry! Only listen to it.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’ll start.” Noel pondered on it. “Actually, maybe it’ll be better when I go through an emotional dip.”

“Like when Zayn breaks up with you? It’ll break your heart forever,” she said, eyes glued to Noel, who was sitting back again.

“He isn’t going to break up with me…” Noel bit her lip. “What happened anyway with you two?”

“I don’t like to talk about it.”




“Zayn!” Sasha yelled, heart pounding. She knocked on his bedroom door once again, tears threatening to spill. “Zayn, dammit! Open the fucking door!”

The door swung open, and Zayn stood, fists clenched and face red. “Listen here,” he snarled, fingers twitching. “This always happens. You bossing me around. You’re a bitch, and always will be.” She clenched his teeth, face a tomato color, all red, even his ears.

Sasha felt a tear spill; she wiped it away immediately. “How about you shut the fuck up and stop acting all strong! You’re a skinny weakling who has no sense for others.” She screamed at him, slapping him across the face.

And that was when he broke.

He clenched his teeth harder, arms grasping her by the arms. He yelled into her ear, voice angry, “I’ll show you fucking strong!” She sobbed, back heaving and tears streaming down her face, dripping off of her chin. He pulled her arm behind her back, elbow bending at an awkward position.

“STOP!” She screamed, knees wobbling and face turning pink as she sobbed.

“Again,” He hissed, pulling her arm back a bit more, making the nerves in her shoulder pinch painfully. She whimpered, lips quivering and eyebrows furrowed. “You’re always bossing me around.”

“Z-Zayn,” she cried, head arching up as she shut her eyes. “Please.” Tears fell onto the carpet, dotting the white material.

He didn’t stop, not at all. He yanked her arm back, sending a painful crack down the radius and into the bottom of the cartilage of the elbow. She crumbled to the floor, pained cries coming from her lips, sides heaving. Her arm was bent, twisted, throbbing. Never were they in a relationship again.


Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...