Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 3

chapter 3

We walked in silence for a while. It was around 5 o clock by now and the sun was still high up in the sky. My mind kept wandering to what I had seen. I wouldn’t believe it. How was this possible? I glanced at Zayn smiling to himself while singing some stupid pop song. Why was I with him and not Trey? Everything felt so wrong. Why was I still talking to him, walking with him, going to dinner with Zayn? I knew nothing. The only thing I knew was that I did not want to see Trey again.

Ever.

The problem was that we lived together. That was definitely a problem. I didn’t want to face him after my humiliation. Fuck. I was right, love doesn’t exist.

“What are you thinking about?” I looked up as Zayn questioned me. “You look worried.”

“Nothing.” It was pathetic and stupid and pitiful as I moped over the bastard. Everything is always too good to be true. It’s like I was waiting for something like this to happen.

“Clearly it’s nothing. You can tell me, you know.”

“Drop it Zayn.” I said icily. I saw the tender look on his face harden and instantly regretted being so rude. I was tired of letting people in and then regretting it later. After about five silent minutes together, we reached the Pizzeria and a smile lit up on my face. Zayn seemed to notice this.

“Hungry?”

“Famished.”

“Good, I plan to fatten you up and then throw you in my oven to feast on you later.” He gave a stupid cackle and I grinned.

“I’m trembling with fear,” I opened the door to Orlando’s and sat down on the table at the very back opposite to Zayn. We talked about nothing in particular. He told me what he was studying in university. I didn’t really want to share too much about myself with this stranger, so I directed most of the conversation towards him. He told me that he still lived with his family. I smiled. He was a family person. Hard to come by boys like that nowadays. My thoughts were interrupted by a beaming waitress who took our order.

“So that’ll be a medium veggie, a root beer, and a cream soda? Anything else?”

“No thank you,” replied Zayn with a faint smile. When the waitress walked away with our order, he turned to face me again and asked me what I had been dreading the most. “Tell me about your family, my mouth is dry from talking.”

I hesitated before answering. “Well, my parents died when I was four years old. My older brother, my younger sister, and I were raised by my gran and grandpa. I didn’t really know my parents.”

He looked at me and gave me a genuine look that made me feel like he actually cared. Most people were so obvious; their faces would show their pity. “You know them far better than you think you do. Don’t underestimate them. They live inside of you.”               

I stared across at Zayn, so shocked at his answer. Turns out he wasn’t that much of a blockhead as I thought he was. “You shock me Zayn…?” It was then that I realized how much I didn’t know about him which made me re-evaluate my decision to even come here with him in the first place.

“Malik.”

“So where are you from Mr. Malik?” I said talking in the most posh voice that I could muster. He laughed again like an idiot before answering.               

“Well, I was born here in Bradford but my dad is Pakistani and my mum is English.”                 

“Wow! It must be exciting to be from two distinctive backgrounds!” I said amazed at how the world connected. He nodded while slurping on the water the waitress had just brought us. I was going to ask about his three sisters when my phone vibrated loudly. Damn blackberry. It vibrated twice more before Zayn noticed.               

“Aren’t you going to get that?” He questioned. I tried to think of a good excuse to not check the texts.               

“Err, I- It would be rude to. You haven’t touched your phone all afternoon.”               

“You noticed? Yeah well, like I said I’ve been having a bad day. My friends are… a bit mad at me for… anyways, I don’t mind.” His eyes bore into me and I had to look away. I picked up my phone to avoid looking into his eyes and read the texts. ‘Where are you El? I’ve been waiting for forever! Call me xx’ from the bastard. I wondered what had happened when I left the café. Had Lisa told him? Why had she not texted me? It seemed strangely out of character for her. I frowned at the texts and threw the phone into my pocket. I decided that when I would finally go home, I would give him a good kick in the balls and probably slap him with a brick before getting my stuff and getting the hell out of there. I was quite elated actually; there were no more tears – just anger and fury in the pits of my stomach that he would soon taste.               

Zayn seemed to be staring at me. I blushed a little when he didn’t avert his eyes and thought desperately of a way to distract his attention. “Why are your friends mad at you?” His expression didn’t change in the slightest of ways.               

“I, well, it’s a long story.”               

“We’ve got all the time in the world.” I said, scanning him. He looked a little hesitant, so I decided not to insist.               

“So my lads and I, well we were hanging out in a park and I, err, pulled Liam’s trousers down. It was a joke, we do it to each other all the time but turns out, I, uh, pulled much, much more down and… Well you get the point.” I smiled. Liam must be his friend’s name. “Amused are you? It gets better. The girl that Liam is madly in love with walked by and gave him the most reproachful look, thinking that he was flashing us out of his own cheek. He didn’t find that funny at all, and now the idiot isn’t talking to me. He’s being a twat.”               

People began to stare because I was laughing harder than ever. I looked up to see Zayn laughing as well and when we both quieted down, I spoke. “I don’t know why it was that funny, but it was. I’m sorry but Liam sounds like a total girl.”

“He’s… sensitive. The other lads didn’t mind, but when Liam gets angry, it’s pretty scary.”                   

“He’ll get over it.” I told him. “Boys always do. Girls on the other hand, not so much.” I looked over to see a sizzling pizza making its way to our table. To new beginnings.