Chapter 10
"Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a challenge - meet it. Life is a dream - realize it. Life is a sacrifice - offer it. Life is love - enjoy it."
- Sai Baba
Amara
I snapped my eyes open when someone pulled both of my earpiece, bringing me back to horrid reality from a world of good music. I took a deep breath and turn to the side to look at Zayn who is looking at me with a sheepish grin. He had been sleeping very soundly beside me on this plane for the past three hours that I thought that I could somehow peacefully float my soul to Hogwarts or maybe even Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Yeah, he was that quiet. Not once in three hours he moved. I don't think he was breathing either. The relationship between Zayn and sleep is getting pretty serious.
"Yes, what can I do for you this fine, bright, wonderful morning?" I asked him with a polite smile. He chuckled. Of course it's not fine or wonderful or morning. It's midnight and I'm pretty sure it's raining heavily because once in a while the plane will shake or simply jump, making the dim lights in the plane flickers.
"I'm bored" he said, turning his upper body to face me before folding his arms on his lower chest.
"Oh, so you're expecting me to change that?" I whispered, making a confused face. He stared at me for a while before the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk.
"Yes. I'm expecting you to change that" he whispers back, mocking my confused face.
"Go hang out with the faggots or something. Just leave me alone Malik" I whined.
"They're asleep" he said, looking over at the boys' seats. It's true. They all look like babies who just drank a whole bottle of milk. I sigh.
"Here, just put it on" I shoved him my left earpiece and put my right one on. He put it in without saying a word.
"Okay, I'm gonna put this Walkman on shuffle. The song that'll play is the song of your life story" I said. Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing, but I remember a couple of years back when Zara and I traveled to visit our aunt and uncle in Cheshire, she asked me to play along with her. It's lame, but there's nothing much you can do on a plane.
"Okay? Did you just make this game up five seconds ago?" he asked.
"Zara got me into this. Whenever we're on a plane and she's bored, I'll play it with her" I shrugged. He gave me an amused look before nodding his head, asking me to put the Walkman on shuffle.
' I left my girl back home,
And I don't love her no more,
And she'll never fucking know that,
These fucking eyes that I'm staring at.. '
"Damn, what song is that?" he asked, looking down at my phone in my hands.
"Wicked Games by The Weeknd. You're lucky. Got an awesome song as your life story" I said, nodding my head at him.
"Great. My life story is about a guy who left his girlfriend for a prostitute" he mumbled. I chuckled.
"Okay. This song will be played on your wedding" Zayn said, smiling a little before grabbing my phone from my hands. He chuckled at my reaction when he said the word 'wedding' before putting the Walkman on shuffle.
' Rat tat tararara rat tat circus,
Rat tat tararara rat tat Afro,
Afro circus Afro circus,
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Fixing You ( A Zayn Malik story )
Fanfiction“I don’t get it” Zayn slurred from behind me. I was about to turn around to face him when I feel two arms snaked around my waist. I froze. “Zayn” I said, slowly. “Do you have any idea how much it kills me to not have you?” he whispered, roughly...
