Fall Into My Arms Instead-A Zayn Malik Fanfic

Chapter 2

Maddy's P.O.V.

A/N: In this chapter, Maddy shows the boys an album that she “wrote and produced”. However, the songs she shows them are songs I didn’t actually write myself (i.e. Who’s Laughing Now by Jessie J). I am not a song writer, and I DID NOT WRITE THE SONGS! ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS! This goes for every fanfic on my site with a mention of a song in it. Enjoy! <3 me

                I turn the corner away from the London School for Music campus and see Uncle Si’s black Suburban parked across the street. I quickly jog across the road and pull the trunk of the car open.

                “Hi, Ben,” I call, expecting my usual driver as I place my guitar behind the back seat. I hear laughter and then a question.

                “Who’s Ben?” a confused voice asks in a thick Irish accent. A face turns toward me from the back seat. His hair is wild and blonde, accented by clear blue eyes and a crooked smile. Niall Horan?

                “What? You’re not Ben!” I exclaim as the rest of the boys turn around. Niall and Liam are in the farthest back seats, sitting directly in front of me as I stand behind the car. Zayn sat behind the driver’s seat, which was occupied by Louis with Harry next to him in the passenger’s seat. Uncle Si hadn’t bothered to tell me that One Direction themselves were picking me up!

                “Well, I know that! But hurry, babe, or we’ll be late!” Louis yells with a smile and a wink, gesturing to the seat behind Harry…and next to Zayn. Although I didn’t know much about One Direction, I had seen plenty of pictures and Zayn seemed to be my favorite. He had a very sultry, soulful voice and was absolutely gorgeous with eyelashes any girl would be jealous of. I slammed the trunk of the car closed and rushed around to the back door. I climbed in and tossed my bag to the floor, carefully placing my Beats headphones in it.

                “I’m Louis!” Louis hollers. He looks at me in the rear view mirror, smiling a perfect smile. His hair was brown and messy, like he had just gotten out of bed, his eyes were a bright, perfect blue-green, and he wore a bright red hoodie.

                “Yeah, I know!” I reply, laughing.

                “And I’m Harry!” Harry yells just as loudly. He had dark brown, curly hair, glistening green eyes and he wore a purple Jack Wills hoodie.

                “Yeah, I know that too!”

                “Hi, I’m Liam!” a voice calls from the back seat. Liam had light brown, wavy hair, dark brown eyes, and was snuggled in a blanket, looking adorably sleepy.

                “And I’m Niall!” said the familiar Irish accent. He was sharing a blanket with Liam, lying against him, and had pulled out my guitar and started playing it softly.

                “Zayn,” said Zayn, extending a hand my way and, while shaking my hand, pulled me closer and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt his eyelashes gently brush against my face as he pulled away, my hand lingering in his. He had a gorgeous, bright smile, deep hazel eyes, clear olive skin, and amazing cheekbones.

                “I know all of you!” I said, smiling, “You’re One Direction!”

                “And you’re Maddy Reynolds, of YouTube fame!” Zayn replied excitedly. “We all love your channel. You’re absolutely amazing.” The other boys chimed in with agreement, as I sat in shock. One Direction was a fan of mine? It should have been the other way around! I was flattered and I smiled and blushed like crazy. Louis started up the car and began driving down the road.

                “We heard you have an album?” Harry asked, raising one eyebrow at me from the front seat.

                “Well, kind of,” I began nervously, “I had to write and produce an album as my first semester project, but it wasn’t really a big thing.”

                “Can we hear it? Please?” they begged. Zayn took my hand in his.

                “Come on, I know I’ll love it,” he said, smiling sweetly.

                “Fine! You can hear it!” I agreed, pulling my bag off the floor and rifling through for a copy of my CD. I pass it up to Louis who pops it into the CD player. The notes of the opening track fill the car.

Oh, so you think you know me now

Have you forgotten how

You would make me feel

When you drag my spirit down

But thank you for the pain

It made me raise my game

And I'm still rising, I'm still rising

Yeah

So make your jokes

Go for broke

Blow your smoke

You're not alone

But who's laughing now

But who's laughing now

So raise the bar

Hit me hard

Play your cards

Be a star

But who's laughing now

But who's laughing now

“Wow. Angry much?” Zayn laughs, grabbing my shaking hand and gently drawing circles on my wrist with his thumb. The song continues, with more of me ranting on about my past.

                “What made you write this?” Louis asks, shock evident in his voice. “You seem so…nice!” I laugh, easily relieving the tension and nervousness ravaging my body. Everything on my album—every song, every note—was written with raw, full on honesty. This first song, ‘Who’s Laughing Now’, was one I had written when I finally felt I made it.

                “I wrote it because I got a lot of crap for doing what I do. Nobody believed I would make it, not even my parents. When I got accepted into the Young Artist Programme, I felt like music had finally taken me somewhere, so I wrote this song basically to tell everyone back home that they were wrong, that I really could make it.” I said simply, true to my honest, tell-it-like-it-is personality.

                “Everyone should have believed in you the whole time. You have everything it takes to make it.” Zayn says, touching my cheek gently and smiling that perfect smile at me. He slowly leaned in toward me, and I closed my eyes, placing a hand on his chest.

                “Zayn! At least an hour, please! You just met her!” Liam exclaimed, slapping the back of Zayn’s seat. Zayn threw him a look and quickly leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I could tell that this tour would be fun.