Fall Into My Arms Instead-A Zayn Malik Fanfic

Chapter 3

Chapter 3-Zayn’s P.O.V./Maddy’s P.O.V.

A/N: More songs not by me in this chapter! Full rights go to the owner! Enjoy!

Zayn’s P.O.V.

Maddy was perfect. She was sweet, funny, outgoing, talented, and absolutely beautiful. I slowly pulled away from her cheek and looked at her face. Her eyes were a perfect icy blue, and she smiled shyly while pushing a hand through her long, curly blonde hair. She had hesitantly let us listen to her album, and I was blown away. She was a talented songwriter and a phenomenal singer. I guess the way I was falling for her was obvious, since Liam leaned forward towards me.

                “You like her!” he half-whispered, nudging me with his elbow. I shrugged and turned towards Maddy. She had leaned forward and was joking with Louis and Harry, who were sitting in the front seats. She giggled and smacked Harry’s shoulder.

                “No, not this one!” she exclaimed, reaching toward the radio in an attempt to change the song from her album. “It’s no good!”

                “Come on, I’m sure it’s great!” Harry replied, smiling and batting her hand away as he turned up the volume. Suddenly, something happened. Unlike the rest of Maddy’s songs, which were upbeat and high-energy, this song was slow. Acoustic guitar filled the car, and Maddy’s voice poured from the speakers.

Maddy’s P.O.V.

                One of my favorite songs off my album was “You and I”, and the boys loved it. I had leaned forward to talk to Louis and Harry as Zayn was whispering with Liam and Niall was just playing my guitar.

                “So Zayn,” Louis said, winking at me. “He fancies you. He’s never so obvious about it, but this time…” he continued, smiling mischievously. I felt myself blushing and elbowed Louis while Harry laughed at us. I liked Zayn a lot, but he would never fall for a girl like me, and I didn’t want to give the rest of the boys any ideas.

                “You and I” began to end, and I panicked. The next song on the album was “Big White Room”. It was recorded live with no editing, and it was my heart and soul in one track. I had written it about not being accepted by my family because of my music, and feeling restricted because of being myself.

                “No, not this one!” I shrieked, trying to sound playful as I giggled and slapped Harry. “It’s no good!”

                “Come on, I’m sure it’s great!” Harry responded, pushing my hand away and turning up the music. I slouched back into my seat as my voice flowed from the speakers.

Sittin in a big white room alone

Tilt my head back, feel the tears fall down.

I felt all the boys staring at me, even though I had covered my face with my hands. Yeah, the song was honestly how I felt, and I’m all about keeping it real, but it made me sound weak, which I didn’t like. Suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder. I sat up in my seat, removed my hands from my eyes, and saw Niall. He smiled, nodded, and squeezed my arm gently.

“It’s amazing,” Zayn whispered, smiling. “You don’t have to be tough all the time.” He pulled me across the open space between our seats and into his lap, snuggling his face into my shoulder as I laughed and smiled. I knew I shouldn’t fall for him, though. He was a super star, and I…well, I was just me. Maddy Reynolds. Nothing special here. Why would Zayn Malik want me? He probably just missed having a girl around. I knew he could find someone better. But I don’t want him to. Something about it felt so right. The way his eyes were when I looked at him, that perfect smile, his sweet personality, and the butterflies he gave me. He made me feel incredible. Made me forget everything that happened with my family, something nobody else ever did. I just want him. I want to feel the way he makes me feel forever.