My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

Bad Pleasure

'Everytime it burns me and my entire self, with bruises and marks, all morse'

Listen to Counting Stars by One republic

Zayn POV
Highly obnoxious music beats struck the floor. All the coloured lights played over the dance floor including those champagne golds, eye-twitching pinks and acid greens. A fairyland of drastic blues strolled over it too. Every person there was intrigued deeply into the beats, the love or the hurt. To me, being in the club was usually because people like to puke all their frustation and anger, happiness and warmth here. Unbelievably surprising it is, one time you spend those inexplicable buoyant moments and the other time, you see yourself heavily drunk, having shots to spill the break within you. I didn't realised the heightened thoughtfulness that I engrossed into until an unexpectedly loud noise produced right from the corner of my mouth as someone thwaked me so hard. I grabbed my arm in agony and glared at his itritably goofy face.

'Are you insane?' I screamed from the top of my lungs that ached due to emptiness in my stomach.

'I feel like I am suppose to be the one asking that?' He shrieked over the deafaning sounds of the club.

'What do you mean?' I murmured while devouring another shot. I knew I spoke in an extremely inaudible voice but I bet he got my words.

'If this little thing could care more about itself, this is probably your i-dont-know how much-th shot?' His voice sounded raspy and exhausted.

'Who needs care when you have nothing you need?'

'Stop drowning into your pool of darkness, Zaynie' He was a little too exasperated to say something.

'I can't resist it. This happens. It haunts me. Kill me. Screw me for not being what apparently I present myself'

'Every night.., he paused and took that single left second to hold the small vessel up, 'you put that acidic liquid into yourself, burn your lungs to get good and sob heavily inside for bad.'

'I do what I deserve. Something regretful, more like a disastrous punishment' My voice was filthy, raw and tattered. Lou hit the glass slap with the vessel that was almost drooling away the liquid with noticeable cracks around the corner.

'So what? Are you gonna do this for the rest of your life? Pretend to be extraordinary happy with your life and your looks outside or topple over anxiety at night, in this club? Rejecting those girls and feeding yourself with pain?' He yelled this time which was more like a persistant outcry.

'You're turning weary of handling this, aren't you?'

'Don't talk insane. Get up and feel whatever you do. Accept those blonds and believe you'

'How would that help me?'

'How would that wont?'

'It will probably just change the medium I take all my anxiety on. Instead of a vessel, it will be a girl'

'See I don't wanna lecture about this whole predicament, Alright?'

'That's a big word for you'

'Shut up. See that girl right at the corner of that gold studded wall?'

I turned my neck all way around to look, following Lou's finger. I gazed at this girl. Short with a blond bob. She stood there watching the whole place and biting her nails while looking for someone. Her eyes met mine. They were dark and gleaming as she started approaching me. My heart pumped real steady. Levels of nervousness raised within me while I clutched his arm and squeezed it.

'Ow! What was that for?' He yelled with a blaring voice.

'Why is she coming towards me?'

'To kill you'