I Wish [A Zayn Malik Love Story]

Chapter 3

AN: I'd just like to thank everyone who read the first two chapters :) It means a lot guys x

I heard a thudding noise. It just kept repeating over and over again. What the hell? I untangled myself from my ear phones which had managed to choke me a bit in my fitful sleep. I looked at the clock - 4:09 AM. I heard another thud. Where was that noise coming from?

I stood up, groaning and stretching in a poor attempt to wake up. I finally realized that the noise was coming from someone throwing pebbles at my window. I pushed my bangs out of my face, and went over to the window, opening it. The warm California wind blew across my face, making me feel warm, even though I was only in panties and a bra.

I looked down at my front lawn, and saw something that at first made my heart race, but then after closer inspection made it sink. Zayn was there, leaning against the big oak tree in the yard. But he had a cigarette to his lips, inhaling it and the puffing out a perfect ring of smoke. I knew something was definitely up. Zayn only would only smoke when he was in so much pain that he needed a distraction, something to block out the emotional pain.

"Zayn Jawaad Malik, put that out right now before I come down there and smack some sense into you," I whisper-yelled.

He had a blank expression on his face as he looked up at me. The moonlight reflected off of his face in the most painstakingly beautiful way. His eyes had no emotion though, he just looked numb. He laughed humorlessly.

"Why does it matter, Megs? I mean.. I'm not good enough for her anyways.. Who cares if I'm slowly killing myself," he said, but threw the fag to the ground, smushing it into the grassy ground with the toe of his supras. He sighed deeply, and started climbing the tree.

My mind was racing through a million different scenarios in a matter of seconds. What did he mean when he said, "I'm not good enough for her"? Was he talking about Perrie.. Because if he thought he wasn't good enough for that slut, he was seriously mistaken.

I watched him hop into my window from the tree, and he put his arms around my waist in a tight hug. His hands on my bare back sent chills down my spine, and made my flesh red hot. He hid his face in the crook of my neck, and I felt him shaking. That's when I realized he was crying. I'd only ever seen him cry a handful of times in the ten years I've known him. I was really freaking out now, I had no idea what was going on.

I held him in my arms, and kissed his forehead softly, sighing. I whispered softly, "Zayner, what's wrong? Talk to me."

He stopped crying and put his head up. He stood straight, his grasp still tight around my waist. His piercing brown eyes - now rimmed with red - bore into mine, causing my throat to go dry and my heart to pound loudly. I was sure he could hear it because everything else in that moment was silent.

I could tell that he was trying not to break down, and he put his face inches from mine. I inhaled the scent of his cologne mixed with nicotine. His voice was raw, and broken.

"She dumped me, Meg. I gave her everything," his voice broke, and it made me start to tear up. I've never seen him this hurt before, and it killed me - selfishly it hurt me even worse knowing that she'd had such an affect on him. "You know what she said to me?" He rose an eyebrow, a dead look in his eyes. "She told me she was bored. I've devoted my life to her since we met eight months ago and now she's simply bored, Megan." He laughed humorlessly again - it was quite eerie and it just hung in the air for awhile, since I had no idea what to say. He looked into my eyes so intensely that I thought I was going to pass out.

"Am I boring, Meg. Do I bore you?"

My tiny manicured hand cupped his cheek, and I shook my head, looking back into his eyes with nothing but love and honesty.

"Babe, she couldn't be further from the truth. You're the most amazing man I've ever met in my entire life. You're funny, crazy, loving, protective, gorgeous, and you light up my world like nobody else," a teasing smile spread across my lips as I stole the lyrics from one of his songs. I saw a small amount of pain leave his eyes, but I could see the broken emptiness still there.

I felt him pull my hips closer to his and my entire body felt like it was on fire. He looked like he was about to lose his sanity. "I need you to help me forget. Even if it's just for tonight, Meg. Make the pain go away," he pleaded.

I gulped as I figured out what he was asking for. "Zayn, I don't know -", I started to protest when he leaned down and crushed his lips to mine - for the first time ever -, moving them roughly - with nothing but pure passion and hunger. My eyes widened in shock, and my lips were immobile as my brain tried to figure out what was going on.

I shoved all the thoughts out of my mind and moved my lips against his, passionately. Everything I've felt for that kid for 10 years was poured into it. His tongue licked along my bottom lip, and it pried my mouth open. His hot tongue dominated mine, with more force than I'd ever experienced before. I let my fingers travel to his soft black hair, tangling into it aggressively. He put his hands on the underside of my thighs and tapped them, indicating for me to jump up, which I did, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly.

He walked until my back hit the wall, which he pushed me up against, holding me up by cupping my panty-clad ass in his massive, strong hands. I bit down on his bottom lip, which caused a low groan to escape from with in him. The animalistic sound turned me on further. And I began to grind into him, as he held me against the wall. I could feel a bulge in his pants start to form, and he moved his lips to my neck, sucking and biting on the exposed flesh there.

Now it was my turn to moan. He kissed up the skin of my neck until he got to my ear, which he nibbled gently. He whispered in a raspy, spine-tingling voice,"Are you sure you're okay with this, Meg?"

I looked into his eyes, which were full of lust and... Maybe just a tiny bit of love? "I'd do anything for you, Zayn," I mumbled and then attached my lips to his.

He carried me over to my California King and laid me down on it, hovering over my body without breaking the kiss. I let my hands slide to the hem of his shirt, and slowly I pulled it off of him, revealing his perfectly sculpted body.

My fingertips lightly traced over the outline of his abs, as he took over my tongue with his own. He unzipped his own jeans and threw them across the room, leaving both of us in nothing but our undergarments.

I looked into his eyes, and let my hands trail further and further down his body. "You and me forever, Zayn?" I asked, still holding his gaze.

I could've sworn I saw panic flash in his eyes, but it only lasted a second.

"Of course," he whispered.. And then, on that warm, fateful night Zayn Malik took my innocence.

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