Blend (Zayn Malik fanfic)

Blend (Zayn Malik fanfic) Chapter 1

Sooooo this is the first chapter of my new Zayn Malik fanfic :) I basically wrote this because I couldn't find a good Zayn one. This first chapter is kind of boring, but please tell me what you think so far, the next chapters will be better, promise :)))

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Blonde hair that went nearly to my waist. Green eyes that dance on my face when the light hit. Two pretty little lips that were naturally colored.

I hate all of it.

As I look in the mirror, every piece of my apperance reminds me of the stupid girl I am. The one who believes in promises. The girl who thought no drama was too serious that it couldn't be fixed with an, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

This past year was a total slap to the face. Every belief I had before had been ripped from me, along with anything else I once held dear. 

I tug my dark green robe off of me and let it hit the cold tiled bathroom floor below me. Soon I turn on the shower and I'm englufed in steamy water. I toss my head back and reach for the bottle I had placed on the bathroom ledge. I squeeze the bottle and feel the liquid swallow my hair. 

Since I had decided against reading the instructions on the box, I guess and choose to just use the whole bottle, to be safe. I step from the shower and gather my hair into the clear wrap that came in the box before wrapping myself in my towel. I glance at the mirror again. Through the clear wrap, I can already see the black dye working its way into my roots.

Leaving the warmth of the bathroom, I'm soon reminded of how cold my room is. Although it's June, the whole house is as cold as ice. Even for Illinois, that's odd. I lay on my queen bed and stare at the celing. What if a burglar broke in right now? I'm home alone...I will be for the rest of the weekend...I could die right now, and my own mother wouldn't even know until Sunday night. The idea doesn't scare me as much as it probably should.

I lift myself from my bed and slip the towel off to quickly slip an oversized tie dyed shirt on. I glance out my large bay window to find the sun setting. The first night of summer has offically began. A year ago I would have been laughing, in a large group of people, without a care in the world. 

My door creaks open and padded foot steps run to me. Dexter rubs his head against my calf and for the first time in a while, I crack a smile. 

"What're you doing, you silly boy?" I ask my ten year old German Shepard.

Dexter has been in my life since I was seven and my mother and I found him in a box on the side of the road in Chicago. He was only a few weeks old, and I remember the way my mom gasped when we opened the box. At first we thought all five puppies were dead, until Dexter yelped out. I grabbed him out of the box faster than I've done anything since and held him close. He was covered in a blanket of sweat. It was only May and it had taken me a few seconds to realize the wetness was not sweat after all, but urine. And it was all over my new Lizzy McGuire shirt.

He licks my cheek and I'm brought out of my flashback. If you look at Dex today, you'd think he was a normal dog. You would maybe even think he had came from a breeder. He had bright eyes, a nose that was always wet, and the perfect body structure for a German Shepard. His gray hair that covered his long snout made him appear more wise, adding to his beauty. Sometimes he gave me hope. If a dog can be in a box with four of his parished siblings at only a few weeks old for who knows how long and still grow into a beautiful animal, maybe I can get over what happened this year and come out stronger

Except i don't have two caring people assist in healing me. I hav no one in my life other than myself. I am the epitimy of lonely.

Light shines in through my bay window and my eyes slowly flutter open. Dex wiggles down by my feet before hopping himself up so that he's within kissing range to my lips. I giggle as he licks my whole face and pat him on his head, "I sure do love you, Dexy."

The crinkling my head makes as I move reminds me of what I did last night and i quickly am out of bed and in the bathroom. I position myself in front of the mirror and begin to pull the wrapping off. Once it is done, I slip out of my t shirt and climb back into the shower. I tilt my head back and massage from my scalp down to my ends, watching the black dye create a puddle on the shower floor. I twist the shower knob until the water ceases to come out and reach back out for a towel. 

After a quick blow dry, I stare in the mirror. I already slipped my tee back on and begin to examine my work. My once beach blonde hair was now as dark as the night sky. My green eyes are still bright, but with the new contrast to my hair color, they seem different. Everything seems different. My skin is paler. My lips are nearly nude. Everything that once made me stand out now makes me blend right in.

I look like a different person.