Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Two

Zayn's POV

I watched her for a moment more, this beautiful mystery girl as she spun gracefully in the ring. As the music would rise to a crecendo she would strike harder and when it was soft she was evasive. It was as if she was dancing and I couldn't tear my eyes from her movements. The brown mane that tumbled down her back in a pony tail was slightly tangled from the whirling and twirling she was doing but it was a dark chestnut color. I made a move to come up the stairs and step onto the main floor but the stair creaked painfully loud and I only had a milisecond to duck before the girl was whirling around, alerted to my presence by the sound.

"Who's there?" She called, her voice strong and clear, I don't know what kept me pinned to the stairs but I didn't rise when she called. After a moment I heard the succesive slaps of her beating the bag begin again and I rose just high enough to see over the floor. Her back was to me and I took the opportunity to creep up the stair a little more. Thankfully none of them creeked loudly and I made it to the bench, setting myself down silently as she worked through her routine with intense concentration. She was starting to sweat, beads of it rolling down her exposed shoulders and spotting the cotton of her sportsbra. Her tanned torso was exposed and she had a slight amount of curve to her that most wouldn't show off with a cropped top and yoga pants, but it made her look even better to me. When she spun one last time, the music fading her eyes met mine and before I had time to register that she had seen me, my mind shattered at the bright blue of them.

Then she was gone.

The girl sprinted off the mat, sliding under the ropes and snatching her bag before she bolted out the front door and down the street. I called out to her but she was gone in a flash and cursed myself for being stupid and scaring her. She probably thought I was a pedophile, watching her workout and such. I drug my hand through my hair, realizing I had lost my beanie and she had seen my blond hair. No wonder she ran, I always look like a freak when I dress like this.

I considered waiting around, seeing if she came back for her stereo or to turn off the lights but thought better of it. This girl was a fighter, and fighters don't take well to being scared and I was too tired from the fight to really defend myself. So I slung my bag on my shoulder, grabbed a quick shower in the downstairs locker rooms and drove back to my own dorm. It was around three a.m when I finally fell onto the bed of my singles dorm room, my raven hair returned and my "ZAP!" tattoo standing prominantley on forearm. When I finally fell asleep my mind wandered to long brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I groaned, rolling over still in my clothes from the night before and glanced at the clock. It read seven a.m which means I overslept and Harry had called Louis to come wake me up.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Correction, Harry had woken Louis up to wake me up.

"Malik! Open this door so I know you're either A. in there and alive or B. Not in there and I have to go find your ass." Louis shouted while my door shook with force. I sat up before striding to the door and throwing it open to a very disheveled looking Louis with a very prominent hickey on his neck. My eyebrows shot up at the red mark and made a quick move to cover it.

"Styles wants your ass there in ten minutes or he says you're dead." Louis said, avoiding the hickey but I saw the door of his dorm across the hall from mine slip open and a girl poked her head out before ducking back in quickly when she met my eyes. Once again I raised my eyebrows at him and he finally sighed and shrugged.

"Sydney likes to bite okay?" I just laughed and stepped back into my room to tear off my sweats and tee to put on a pair of dark jeans and a fresh tee with my favorite leather jacket thrown over it. Louis seemed convinced I was going to go and get Harry when I picked up my car keys and bookbag so he slipped back into his dorm, a small giggle leaking from under the door. Whether it was his or Sydney's I couldn't be sure but I sent up a hope that this girl wouldn't break his heart.