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.


20. “What you do teaches faster, and has a lasting impression, far beyond what you say.”

--In this chapter Zayn parents are together. I know, they are not together in real life. I just changed it for the fanfic. Alright, proceed.--

What you do teaches faster, and has a lasting impression, far beyond what you say.” – T.F. Hodge

“Wake up, Noel.”

Noel heard the familiar voice of Zayn. She groaned, followed by a yawn. Turning around, her eyes groggily opened. Zayn sat on the side of the bed, a hand resting on her arm. He was dressed in a pair of black underwear, the band thick and white.

“Hi, Zayn,” Noel mumbled, sitting up. She felt the blankets drop to her stomach, making her chilly. She looked down, remembering she was still unclothed.

“Looking nice this morning,” Zayn complimented, hand traveling to her breastbone.

“Hands off!” Noel laughed, hand playfully swatting his arm away. “I’m going to change.”

“Okay,” Zayn said, standing up. “When you get back, I need to tell you something.”

Noel walked to the bathroom, fetching her clothes from the day before. She didn’t have any other clothes; she didn’t think she would be sleeping over. She quickly dressed, walking back to the bedroom, where Zayn was fully clothed.

“Hey,” he said, gelling his hair up. “So, we’ve been together for some time, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Noel said, sitting down on the bed. Her fingers raked through her hair, trying to get rid of tangles. Frustrated, she decided to just tie it back.

“Well,” Zayn turned around. “I think it’s about time you should meet my parents.”

Parents. The word repeated in her mind, memories starting to flow in like a river. She remembered back to the time she lived in America, where she had a home with her mom and dad. They would spend hours in the park, feeding ducks and gawking at squirrels. She bit her lip.

“Do they know that we’re dating?”

“Yeah, I’ve called them once or twice about it.” He shrugged, taking a seat on the stool in front of the desk. “They were interested in meeting you.”

“Um, okay,” Noel said, nodding. “Where do they live?”

“Just across town, a few blocks.” He coughed into his fist. “They’re pretty nice people, they won’t judge you in any way.”

“That’s good to know,” Noel smiled.

“I was thinking we could have dinner with them tonight and just talk about things.” He paused. “I have to warn you, they ask a lot of questions.”

“Tonight sounds good,” Noel nodded. “Just let me go home first and change. If they ask a lot of questions, well, I’ll answer them.”

“Okay,” Zayn said, scribbling down something on his notepad. “By the way, where are your parents?”

She looked down. “Um, still in America.”

“Do you… miss them?”

“I miss them like Hell.”


The brisk night wind blew the couple’s hair around as they walked up the steps to Zayn’s parent’s house. Noel was getting a bit nervous at the last minute, she wasn’t dressed fancy. Why blue jeans, Noel?

She pressed her finger against the doorbell, quickly taking it off. She heard a dog’s bark, followed by footsteps. “It’ll be okay,” Zayn whispered, kissing the top of Noel’s head.

“Hello! Welcome!”  A tall man, probably Zayn’s dad, opened the door. He had a Pakistani accent that rolled off his tongue and a warm smile on his face. “You must be Noel.” He stuck out his hand to shake hers.

“Hi, sir,” she said shyly, a small grin at her face. “Nice to meet you.”

He motioned for them to come in. They walked inside, Zayn wrapping his arm around Noel protectively. “You can call me Yaser,” said the dad, bowing his head.

“Okay, Yaser,” Noel said quietly, smiling politely.

“Hello, Mum!” Zayn said, waving to a woman who was walking towards the group. She had brown hair, and was very pretty, in Noel’s eyes.

“Hi!” she replied, looking at Zayn, then down to Noel. “Hi, honey. My names Tricia.”

“I’m Noel,” smiled Noel, face hot.

“I have dinner all ready, let’s eat.”

“Great,” responded Zayn, walking her to the dinner table. His parents seemed nice; she wasn’t too worried.

They soon got situated around the table. Zayn and Noel got one side of the table, while Yaser and Tricia got another. They ate steak, rice, and salad, a well-cooked meal. The first few minutes where just eating, barely any conversation, but, soon enough, the questions rolled along.

“So, Noel,” Tricia said, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “How long have you and Zayn been dating?”

Noel set her fork down. “Um, I think like three weeks.” She cursed at herself for her sloppy grammar.

Tricia laughed quietly, chewing on a piece of steak. “And you guys are happy as a couple, correct?”

“Couldn’t be happier,” Noel looked at her plate, playing around with a grain of rice.

“Son,” Yaser spoke, voice deep and serious. Noel looked up at the two men, curious. “How far sexually have you gotten with this girl?” Noel felt her face turn red, she hoped it wasn’t noticeable.

“Yaser,” hissed Tricia. “That isn’t good talk at the dinner table.”

“I ask what I want, Tricia,” he responded, setting his hand on her arm. “Zayn, what is the answer?”

Noel looked at Zayn, who looked just as embarrassed as she did. He looked at his father, biting the inside of his cheek. “Um, we’ve never really done anything other than uh…” He looked at Noel for a second, soon focusing back to his dad. “dry sex.”

The parents glanced at each other, slowing down the chewing of their food. “And, what is that?” Tricia asked.

Zayn moved his eyes to Noel, who was looking down at her lap. Oh God, who knew they would ask THIS much?

Uh…” Zayn trailed off, looking at his plate. “Like, ya know. Just… sex but we were clothed.”

The rest of the dinner was basically silent. Noel avoided eye contact, being shy as ever. She hoped she wasn’t making a bad impression.

She most likely was.

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