When Worlds Collide - A Zayn Malik Fanfic

7; Skating, smoking, and superheroes

Zayn

I sit on my skateboard, a cigarette in my hand. Behind the janitor’s shed, which stands by the soccer field, is a large concrete surface, totally abandoned. There’s a few bumps and ridges around it and so I figure it’s good enough to be a place where I can skate. Plus, no one can see me here. I don’t even know if I’m still on school grounds, but that calms me. Cigarettes calm me, and I need a place where I can peacefully smoke without being seen and caught.

It’s not long after the huge soccer game that happened tonight. The game I didn’t even want to go to in the first place, but Niall looked so excited for me to come that I couldn’t exactly tell him no. The guy is like an annoying puppy, you can’t say no to puppies. Even annoying ones.

I didn’t want to go for more than one reason. 1) The idea of a school gathering doesn’t sound at all fun, 2) I would have rather preferred sleeping, and 3) I literally hate soccer. I’m not a fan of most sports, but soccer is the worst. I used to play it when I was young - about six. My dad coached me and I lived every aspect of it. Every day I’d train my hardest, I’d kick footballs against fences and walls, I’d head butt until my head started thumping and I became dizzy, I jogged up and down fields. I became really good at one point and I joined a team. But that’s where it all went downhill. The guys on my team were horrible, and they didn’t even give me a chance. I mean, it hasn’t scarred me for life or anything, but they bullied me so much that I quit the team. And if getting bullied by my team mates wasn’t enough, my dad damn near exploded when I told him. He’d trained me for so long, and so hard, that he was extremely disappointed in what I had done. Apparently you’re supposed to ‘harden up’ when you’re only six and getting severely bullied. Long story short, I now hate soccer. I know the rules and how to play, but I hate what it does to people. The whole sport only gives me bad memories.

I take another drag of my cigarette and rest my arms on my knees. It’s getting darker outside, and my vision on the trees is slowly disappearing. I know I should probably head back inside, but I need a few more minutes out here.

I think back to the events of tonight and almost laugh out loud as I remember Violet and her stupid little good luck charm thing. Did she really believe that she was the magical fairy that enchanted peace and happiness and fortune over everyone? That girl is so naive and caught up in herself it’s insane. I smirk a little as I realise I proved her wrong. It feels good to do so. To show her that she’s not as special as she thinks she is. There’s just something about her that irks me, and something about me that feels the need for her to know.

I finish off my cigarette and stand up on my board. I can still partially see my surroundings, so I skate around the concrete surface. I’ve been skating ever since I can remember and everything just comes naturally to me now. After a few minutes of racing around in mindless circles, I kick my board up and walk back towards the boys dorms. Niall’s still up when I get in.

"Hey, where were you?" He sits in his bed on his laptop and glances up at me as I walk through the door.

I place my skateboard in my wardrobe and take off my sneakers. “Why are you still up?" I snap back. Niall’s not my parent, I don’t have to answer to him about being out late.

"Accounting homework," he replies casually. “You been outside that whole time? Mate, it’s like eleven at night."

I shrug out of my leather jacket and waltz into the bathroom. “Really?" I reply sarcastically. “Well, shit. I better get a new watch." Inside the bathroom I brush my teeth.

"I didn’t know you skated," Niall continues.

Damn, does this kid ever quit? “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, leprechaun."