The Fighter - Zayn Malik Featuring

Mine

So I had overcome my fear of the old truck.

"Don't you feel lonely at home?" Zayn asked on the bus. Many students had caught the cold as it was intense winter, so the bus was slightly quieter. 

"I guess without George raging, Dad watching telly and Mum hardly at home, it is certainly quiet, but I guess I've gotten used to it." I said, drawing a snowflake shape on the foggy glass.

"Well I certainly miss home. Home is not as busy as here in Wishleburg. Bejegal is small and so...harmonic. Wake in the morning to bakers, bells and singing birds almost in perfect rhythm."

Zayn faught to hide a smile of good memories.

"Sounds like a place from a  fairytale." I realised.

"Well it surely is. Living here with my aunty is pretty easy, I guess."

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"I expect all students to submit assignments before Thursday, no excuses as you have had plenty of class time to finish it off already." Miss Hattwell called during Humanities class.

Boy, did I feel good! I sat at the back desk beside Zayn, my hand in his under the wooden table. We chuckled and cracked silent jokes. Cheryl, a short haired blonde girl swirled her head in our direction and gave me a sharp stare and a sweet smile towards Zayn. I smirked. Zayn looked at me, and I managed to change it into a smile.

During lunch I took my books to the bench and sat alone to study for a science test I had forgotten about. The air was damp and clingy, I could hear students chatting in the background. Zayn was probably with his mates. Jeez, was there a moment I wasn't thinking about him? I tried to focus on the chapter from my text book as a group of guys from my Math class stumbled around me. 

"Hey there, chocolate hair." A husky voice whispered as more voices chuckled. I bit my lip and stared into the book, my pulse racing. From the corner of my eye I saw blonde Cheryl with a superior smirk on her face in the far distance. 

"So where's your friend? Emily, was it? Amelia?" His voice was deep and threatening.

I couldn't stand it. I stood up with my books.

"Excuse me." I tried to shove past, but they blocked my way.

"Come on, we're just trying to be nice, lonely girl." He touched my cheek and I slapped his hand away.

"Well, where is Amelia? What happened last Summer, eh? Did she leave you, or did you decide to kill her off, since you're the dangerous type?"

I fumed. With smooth accuracy I punched him right in the cheek. He stumbled, grasping the bench. I walked off as Zayn ran up to me.

"Get your hands of my girlfriend! Stupid bastards!" Zayn left them with one last punch, took my hand and lead me away. 

I sat in Zayn's arms, too numb to speak. It was warm in the library, and I felt safe. Zayn fumed, staring at me with a million questions in his eyes, pain and shock. He stroked my hair, then pressed his forehead against it with a loud sigh. 

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"You know, you seem all sweet and innocent but when someone threatens you, you can knock them off like a slice cake, huh?" Zayn bit his lip with a smile. We were in our uniform, running around the city block at night in the rain like crazy. He pulled me into a hug. I was wet.

"Well, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do." I recited proudly.

It wasn't long before bitter tears escaped my eyes. I wiped them away, furious at my childish behaviour. 

"They said...they thought I KILLED AMELIA! They..." I mumbled into Zayn's shoulder.

"They're just saying that to torture you. They know you didn't." I sulked like a dramatic baby. 

"ZAYN...why did everyone have to go, Zayn? Why do they hate me? Why do they love to see me in pain? How come, at one point, they all leave me?" I muffled into his shoulder, the cool breeze dancing through my hair.

"Well I'm still here, right, beautiful?"

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I shut the door behind me with a small smile planted on my lips. Zayn was with me as I locked the door of my house.

"Is that you, honey?"

"Yeah Mom."

"That's good, what took you so long?" 

I walked into the lounge to see Mom watching television. 

"I was with a friend."

"Oh ok, have I met her?"

"No, it's Zayn, he's my dance partner." It felt good to say it. Like he was mine. MY dance partner. MY best friend. Maybe even MY new boyfriend. When Mom saw Zayn she smiled and shook his hand. Zayn smiled too and kept holding my hand.

"Bejegal, up North. I was here a few weeks ago, but you were at work." Zayn sat beside me on the couch, our bodies so close it felt awkward. Mom had her bronze hair out but the bags under her eyes displayed the stress and tiredness inside her. 

"Oh yes, I remember. It's good to have someone with my Skye, especially during these times. So how is your dance going?" 

"Performance date is only about two weeks away, the theme is FANCY." Zayn chuckled, providing a small side glance towards me. I shifted and smiled helplessly.

When we had finished chatting and Zayn had neglected having dinner at our place, he stood to leave. He was at the doorway as he leaned in for a soft kiss on the cheek. 

"See you tomorrow."

"See you too, Zayn." He smiled. God, if a girl's heart could melt, it would have melted then.

I stared into the distance as Zayn left, I stared for so long, even after he had vanished from sight in the dark night. I stood at the doorway until Mom came and dragged me inside.

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