Alcatraz

Letter 16- Z A Y N

15 June 2014

 

 

My lovely Ni,

 

First off, I’ll start with my family. I love them dearly, although I’m sure they want nothing to do with me anymore. I can’t say I blame them, really. I mean, who wants a son/brother whose hands are metaphorically stained with the blood of so many innocent lives? As you probably know, my parents’ names are Yaser and Trisha Malik. They’ve been married for god knows how long, but they’re a couple that seems to be rare these days. Their love has stood the test of time, and I feel an odd sense of pride for them. Moving on, my older sister is called Doniyah, and my two younger sisters are Safaa and Waliyha. Of course we bickered a bit when I still lived at home, but all of my sisters and I shared a tight bond and I miss them to this day. I haven’t actually conversed with any of my family members since I became involved in all the crime and my old gang ring, but that was a low point in my life and I regret it more than anything. As far as I know, they all still live in Brooklyn, but they’ve made no attempts to contact me (once again, don’t take this as me bashing them in any way. I love my family to bits). I guess there’s really not much more of interest. My parents always taught me to mind my manners, but growing up in near poverty can really do something to a kid mentally. That’s probably why I sought out riches and notoriety most of my adult life. I’m not proud of the means I used to achieve my goals, but it is what it is, I suppose. Lesson well learned.

 

I just wanted to thank you for the wonderful pictures you sent along with your letter. I’m not sure words could accurately describe how much I love them, and if they could, I don’t have the correct ones. I’ve taken the liberty of hanging them right beside my bed so your face is the first thing I see when the guards flick the lights on in the morning and the last thing I see before I’m plunged into total darkness at night. Your brilliant smile and striking blue eyes make each day a million times better, and that’s huge for me. For once, I feel like I could actually make it out of this place. Maybe it’s a foolish hope since I’ve yet to be formally tried before a court, but I think that’s just your optimistic personality rubbing off on me. Meeting you is easily the best thing that’s ever happened to me, if I’m being honest.

 

I feel as though that thank you isn’t sufficient considering all you’ve done for me, so bear with me. I’ve decided to make a list, but just know that the lengths of my thankfulness to you extend far beyond the bounds of pen and paper. So, here we go. Thank you (from the very deepest caverns of my heart) for reaching out and believing in me when no one else did; for persevering even when you received no response from me. Thank you for always putting a smile on my face, even during the hardest of times. Thank you for your laugh, which I can’t seem to get out of my head; for your endearingly childish antics; for your amazing personality. Thank you for your golden blonde hair with the roots peeking through, for your blue eyes more precious than topaz, for your smile that could make the strongest man’s knees go to jelly, for the adorable way your crinkle your nose when you’re happy. Thank you, Niall, for being you.

 

I know I haven’t much to offer you, but were I a better man, I’d shower you with the most lavish gifts you could imagine because I can think of no one who is more deserving than you. You’re an Adonis among men and I hope that one day you find someone worthy of your charm, someone who will take care of you and love you like you are their sun, moon, and stars. When you find him, promise me something. Make sure he treats you well. And please, please, never forget me when someone better comes into your life because for me, you’re all I’ve got.

 

As for my question for you, I’d like to know more about your writing. You said you were going to school for Journalism, correct? I’d love to read anything you’d like to enclose for me. I’ve always held a firm belief that writing bares the soul’s true intentions and emotions. So I guess my actual question would have to be what you intend to do after graduation and what your favourite genre of writing is.

 

**Edit after re-reading this shit letter: I feel as though your ramblings have rubbed off on me, although it’s not as becoming on me as on you. Ah well, I haven’t the time to re-write this. As it is, the guards are practically breathing down my neck trying to drag me to laundry duty. With that, I must bid you a hasty farewell!

 

Much platonic love to you as well, Blondie xxx

 

Yours truly,

 

Zayn

 

Not my favourite letter I've ever written, but it'll do. I wanted to get a little of Zayn's family life in here somewhere to relate it a little bit more to Capone, so there you have it. 

If you direct your attention to the side, you'll find some lovely Ziall fan art by Chaz_Chainsaw ! I love it, thank you so much! Dedication for this chapter goes to you <3

If any of the rest of you are feeling exceptionally creative and wanted to make art for this story, feel free to send me a link! Thank you xx

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