We're both on Cloud Nine- Zayn Malik Fan Fic

Prologue

~2 Years ago~

It was 3 in the morning and I still hadn't gone to sleep. The thunder kept waking me up. I had just turned 16 a couple weeks ago and it was amazing. I didn't know my dad was going to surprise me with a birthday party. What can I say? I'm daddy's little girl.

The only thing that interrupted my thoughts was a loud bang from down stairs. At one point or another I knew this was going to happen. My whole body starts to tremble with fear. I heard the screams of my mum. I ran downstairs. I tried being quiet as possible when I saw everything right before my eyes.

I had never seen my dad so vulnerable. He was on the floor, bruises all over his face. Glass had been shattered. There was a large man with his back facing me. He laughed as he saw my dad in this state of fear. No one had seen my dad this way. My dad was the "bad ass."

Biggest drug dealer in the city.

One blink, just one blink took for me to hear the piercing sound of the gun unload. The gun that was pointing straight at my dad's head. I didn't notice a high pitch sound was coming out of my mouth until my mouth was clasped by a large hand.

The large man turned around and dropped the gun as I struggled to get out of the grip of the person that held me. 'He', the guy that held me, dragged me out of my house. The pouring rain making my clothes soaking wet.

The only thing I heard through the clap of thunder was the horrid screams of my mum. I stomped on the guys foot as hard as I could. 'He' loosened his grip and I ran inside to see my mum.

She was weeping on top of my dad's dead body. I couldn't process what my mum was doing through my mind. I saw my mum repeat the same action the large man did. She pointed the gun this time to herself.

I was now left in a cruel, unknown world.

Fear conquered my body.

Hate filled the huge empty feeling in my heart.

Charlie, my dad's best friend, rushed in after everything happened. I was curled up in a ball in front of my parents cold bodies. He called in a guy named Zayn. Other men from my dad's gang came in all giving me a sorrowful expression.

16 and alone.

I hadn't noticed I was crying until a familiar pair of hands came from behind me and wrapped my waist as they picked me up from the cold, hard,blood-stained, tiled floor.

Another gun shot. This time stopping the heartbeat of the large man who killed my dad.

'He' whispered in a raspy, low voice "He's dead. No worries". 'He' put me in a black challenger and drove off.

The entire way to god knows where, I cried. My perfect life fell apart. What was I going to tell my friends? Oh by the way my dad got murdered because he was the drug lord. Did I also mention my mum committed suicide right in front of me? I knew I was going to lose all of my friends.

'He' hopped out of the car and we were standing outside of a nice looking house. One similar to mine. I looked up at him and met his hazel eyes. His black hair in a quiff. 'He' couldn't be any older than me. He looked like a kid.

"Wh-who's house i-is this? I asked nervously.

"Its mine."

"Wh-who do you l-live with?"

"My mum but she's a heavy sleeper. Don't worry" 'He' said.

I had no idea why but I felt like I could trust him. 'He' walked me up to his room as my eyes were still tearing up. 'He' gave me one of his shirts and sweat pants to change into. I walked into his bathroom and quickly changed. I threw my wet clothes on the floor and left them there. After I walked out he collected my clothes and put them in the dryer. 'He' went into his bathroom and changed out of his wet clothes.

I looked outside and realized that my parents died in my description of a beautiful day. A rainy day. My biggest wish now is to die on a rainy day as well. 'He' cleared his throat when he walked out of the bathroom making me turn around. "I'm sorry about your foot." I whispered. I was so fond by the rain I sat down on the floor and looked out his window. The way the rain slowly slid down the glass resembled my tears; I couldn't stop them.

His warm strong hands found their way around my waist. 'He' sat behind me and tightly hugged my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

"It's okay. I'm so sorry" 'He' said.

I couldn't speak. If I did sobs would escape my mouth. The only thing I managed to do was turn around and cry into his chest. 'He' smelled of freshly done laundry and a faded scent of Dolce and Gabbana.

At first 'He' tensed up but soon relaxed and gently rubbed my back. After I could no longer cry fatigue started to take over me. I started to slump and I felt him pick me up and put me into his bed. 'He' carefully covered me up with his duvet. 'He' climbed in leaving a gap between us. As if I had known him for a long time my body automatically rolled over towards him hugging his torso. 'He' laughed and hugged my waist. 'He' kissed my forehead and ended this long, terrible nightmare.

The next morning I woke up in a hotel room. A red rose and a small note card saying:

"Zayn"

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Sooooo. I like this chapter. Hopefully this story goes the way I plan it.

This is probably the third time I write this prologue and it finally sounds perfect :).

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