Fighting Against All Odds (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) [ON HOLD]

Chapter Five - Secret

Myra's POV

After I walked home yesterday, Mom and Dad asked about the night, and I gave them details, leaving out the part where Zayn made my heart race a million miles, and that little scene. If they'd know that, then I'd be dead. My parents, don't encourage all this stuff. A typical Indian household.

After that I went to my room, and went on Twitter (on my computer, cause I haven't a phone). My Twitter handle was @Myra_Powar.  [A/N - Fake! :) Even Zayn's one down is fake!] 

Today, when I thought it would be terrible, but was a new beginning for me. Something special happened :) 

By something special, I meant, someone special came into my life.

I pressed the tweet button, then, hit the beds, exhausted.

Zayn's POV 

Yesterday, after everyone had slept, I jumped on my bed, and checked Twitter on my phone. Dude, I'm addicted to that website. My Twitter handle was @ZaynMalik12.

Suddenly, I got the weirdest thought (not so weird actually). In the search bar, I typed 'Myra Powar' (My Mum had told me that their last name was Powar). Soon, I found her, and decided to follow her.

Her latest tweet was 'Today, when I thought it would be terrible, but was a new beginning. Something special happened :)'

I think it was about today's Meet and Greet at my house, where I pulled her in.

Turning my head sideways, I faced her bedroom window. The curtains were closed, except for a little part, where I could luckily see her sleeping in bed, the moonlight and starlight falling on her face. Fetching my binoculars, I zoomed in on her face. She had left her hair open, just like I've left her, her lips slightly parted, and her hands under her face. She was breathing gently. Her little makeup was removed and boy, she looked flawless without makeup.  

I've always hated girls who apply layers of makeup, in attempt to look beautiful (which certainly made them not), and get the guys. They have to look natural. That's the turn on for many guys. Well, at least me. Or at least minimal makeup. That'd be fine. Not like a crayon raped their face.

'I've never had the words to say, but now I'm asking you to stay, for little while inside my arms. And as you close your eyes tonight, I pray that you will see the light, that's shining from the stars above.' 

I quickly grabbed an old napkin, and a ballpoint pen, and penned those lyrics down. I've always wanted to become a musician, and its quite natural for lyrics like these to pop inside my head.  

Then I closed my curtain and slept. 

Myra's POV 

My dreams, last night, were invaded by Zayn. One dream was both of us dancing around the house in candlelight, staring into each others eyes. One was me and Zayn having a candlelight dinner. Another was me dancing, in the candlelight, all alone.So, basically, candlelight has invaded my dreams. Strange. 

Maa and Paa went to see Aunt Sally, and give her words of advice, during her pregnancy. Its really important to Mom, cause its the first baby entering into her family since 16 years (the last one was me). Mom had told me that she will make many visits for the next nine months, so freedom.  

Mom went early this morning, with Dad, because its really far away from here. They left a note on the table. I read:

Myra,  

We left early this morning to see Aunt Sally. I don't know when we'll return, but it'll be evening, that's for sure. You can buy lunch out, or go to your friend's house. Make sure you lock the house! :) 

Take care, beta. 

- Ma and Pa.

So, I spent the rest on my morning (and afternoon) in my bedroom, cleaning, rearranging. My room was a pathetic mess (I know I've mentioned it as spotless, but things are crowded).

For my lunch, I made myself roti (it is Indian flat bread. Really tasty...with curry!) and ate yesterday's paneer leftovers, with it. Then, I go back cleaning my room. I let the beautiful sunshine dip its rays into my room, and I see Zayn resting on his bed, earphones in ear, listening to music. Since there isn't much area between my area and his, I wave my arms, as if I were parking an airplane, trying to catch his attention. He soon looks over and waves. I wave back, smiling. I can't open my window, and I pick up an old notebook and a black marker.

I scribble 'Hi!' and show him. 

He picks up a mini whiteboard and scribbles something in it. 'Hey! :)' it reads. It's a bit hard to see it in the sunlight. 

I smile. 'Vas Happenin'?' appears later. 

'NM,' I reply. 'Parents out!!!' 

He reads it, and laughs. I put on a pout, and look. 'Wanna come over?' he asks. 'I have work...' I write back. 

His face falls, and we soon end.

I close my curtains, not wanting to. I rearrange some furniture in my room, the bean bags moved centre. I pushed the computer table to the right, and moved my personal closet (which had socks, pantys, accesories, and rubber bands) to the left of my room.

I remove an old poster (which was starting to turn yellow at the edges. Eww) and throw it away. I turn back, and see a slighter fairer portion of the wall, where the poster was, a few minutes back. Below it, was a small door. Strange, I've never seen this door before. Wait, maybe, I have.

*Flashback* 

-One Year back-

The moving truck has finally delievered all our items from Dad's old apartment. Mom and Dad are busy downstairs, arranging the house. They've assigned me to work on my bedroom. It was a beautiful. One huge window was in the room, facing the other house (I was told that that house was vacant).

In my room, was a huge cupboard and a...small door. I decided to open it and investigate, but before that Maa called me down to eat, and I covered that with a Katy Perry poster, to not let them see that.

*End of Flashback*

I have totally forgotten about that ever since. Since they weren''t at home now, and won't come anytime soon, I open the door (with a flashlight in hand). Before I go down, I check if my bedroom door was locked. It is.

I glance down the door. There are handle type rods attached to the wall, like what you would find in a sewage, that lead all the way below, and there's a flat surface. I was so happy that I was wearing a black tank top and white shorts, and my hair was tied in a side ponytail. I carefully go down the passage, with my torch tucked under my tank, facing downwards, so that I get sufficient light. I hop down on the flat surface, and find a switch.Very strange. I turned it on and a bright white light lit up the passage. The passage was deep enough to fit a 6 feet person and was wide enough too. The passage was very clean (very strange), paved with average slab tiles. Then, it connected with the same passage, which lead it up somewhere. I fearlessly trot down the passage, climb the rods again.

This time, another door faced me, identical to me. Should I open it or not? Should I? Should I not? I couldn't decide. But, today, an unknown adventurous mode had swept over my soul, and turned me into someone I'd never known. Usually, I was the shy type, not very outgoing, timid. But, today, was a rollercoaster. Maybe I was getting my period soon. 

Finally, I decided to open the door. I turned the knob and stepped into the wide room. I close the door behind me, and turn to only see...him shirtless.  

Oh my, God.