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

Chapter Six - Crazier

Oh my, God. 

Oh my, God. 

Oh my, God. 

Oh my, God. 

Oh my, God. Oh my, God. Oh my, God. Oh my, God. Oh my, God. Oh my, God.

Who'd thought I, Myra Powar, an average Indian 16 year old girl, from an average family, would've seen the stranger's only son, shirtless? Oh my, God.

Of course, I'd wanted an adventure. Of course, I had freedom. But, this, is too much to handle. Snapping out of my thoughts, I faced Zayn who had his back (what a well built back it was), towards me. He was jumping around to some pop music, on full blast, curtain closed. He was singing too (such a good voice.) I stand, unmoved, waiting for him to turn around, and see me. Finally, when he does, he sees me, and jumps in shock. He falls on his bed, and stares. A ghost of a blush sweeps over his face, and grabs a shirt and covers his body.

'Umm...Hi.' I say. 

He breaks into a smile. Look at those teeth. Pearls. 'Hi.' he replies. 

I start it then, 'I'm so sorry, I'm here. Like, I'd found a small door in my room, a-and I wanted to explore. It lead all the way upto here, I didn't know. I'm so sorry. I-I-I didn't know you were...dancing, and...singing, and...and...' 

'...Shirtless?' he finishes, smiling. 

'Yeah.' I blush. Damn! Why am I blushing? Because you like him, I remind myself. Because I like him.

I put my head in my hands, and start to cry. I was so embarrased. And I am adding more to myself, by crying. Where was my self dignity? Stop crying, Myra.  But, I couldn't.  

Suddenly, a warm body, comes and hugs me. I wrap my arms around his very chest, and tilt my head on his shoulder. He was slightly taller than me, probably 5'9 or 5'10. He slowly moves backward, and places us on his bed. Oh, my freaking God. I stop crying and look upto him. He looked into my eyes with those breath-taking hazel marbles, and smiled. He wiped my tears, and stroked my cheek.

'Why did you cry?' he asks. 

'I-I don't know. Maybe, I was embarrased.' I stammer. 

'Don't be.' He whispers into my head, and pulled me closer. My head was against his heart. His hands were placed on my waist, and he hugged me.  

'Zayn?' I ask. 

'Hmm?' he asks, still closing his eyes. 

'If your Mom sees us?' 

He opens his eyes, and thinks for a moment.

'Nah. She won't mind.' 

'She won't mind that you are shirtless, and hugging me on your bed?' I snap. 

He laughs. 'No. She won't.'

Like that, I fell asleep in his arms, and I woke up at an alarming 5 pm. Seeing the time, I jumped.  

'Oh, my god. Its five! I need to get home!' I whispered.  

'Hey, its okay. Stay.' 

'But...' 

'Shhhh...Stay stay stay.' he sang.  

'I've been loving you for quite some time, time, time.' I continued. 

He didn't sing, he looked into my eyes and asked, 'Oh, have you?' 

'No!' I screamed, and he started to tickle me.

I was laughing so bad, that we fell on the floor. I fell ontop him (in a crash), and he had my arms, captured. Our gaze was locked. He looked at my lips, and bit his lips. He started leaning towards me, and I couldn't moved back. Here we go again.

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He's gonna kiss me, Oh, my god. 

Just then, a beautiful voice, well-known to me, could be heard.  

'Zayn?!?!?!?' 

'Mum,' Zayn whispered in my ear. 'Yeah?!' He yelled back. 

'I heard a crash. What happened?' 

'Nothing! I was singing. Chill!' He yelled back. 

'Fine.' Mrs.Malik yelled.

'Now, where were we?' He asks, his hazel eyes displaying a hint of naughtiness.  

'Oh, no.'  

'Oh, yes.' He says.  

He pulls me closer, our lips inches away from crashing.

I think he has it decided that one way or another (A/N - coincidence? I think not), he will find a way to make my heart flutter, my stomach do major acrobats, my toes curl, and my lips on his. I'm just not so sure about this.

'I need to go. Please?' I plead. 

'Fine.' He says. Could I see sadness in his eyes. 

'I'm sorry.' I mumble, and stand up. He too gets up. 

'Hey,' he says and lifts my chin up. 'Its okay.' 

I look up, and he's smiling. I smile back. My gaze goes down again, and I see his perfect (Oh, My God) abs.

'Um...these are solid.' I declare, running my long fingers over his abs.  

'Well, they sure aren't liquid.' He laughs. I couldn't understand immediately at first (cause of the accent), but when I did, I burst out laughing. He started to laugh again.  

On his music-player, Crazier (by Taylor Swift, written for Hannah Montana: The Movie) started playing. As if playing with the lyrics, he lifted me up by the waist (you lift my feet off the ground), and started to spin me (and spin me around), and I was laughing this whole time, crazily (you make me crazier.) After that, I decided to leave and I told him. Okay, he had replied.

I turned to face the small secret door, when he grabbed my arm, and pulled my on him. 'Bye.' He whipered. I just smile and go back, not wanting to leave him, and the fantasy.