Unpredicted // zayn malik

Chapter 1

Zayn left the shitty studio where he lived, early in the morning.

He was wearing a coat and a beanie knowing that December was near and that the weather outside was getting worse. And that it was nowhere being warm. But he was getting used to the weather now since it had already been already a month that Zayn moved to New-York.

Not everything was pink and perfect; he was struggling to pay the bills, he ate most night’s Chinese take away and he could hear his neighbours fuck every night. Not the dream life. But it was fine, Zayn was happy. His entire life he had lead the perfect life, his whole life he never had to ask for anything since he already had everything.

Most people were envious of him, and thought that the boy was crazy. And most of them were right, it was a crazy move to leave his hometown, his future just so that he could try to live on his own in the big city that is New-York. He could have gone anywhere, France, Italy, Australia… But he chose New-York.

 Zayn left the united-kingdom with nothing planned really. Only a month ago he didn’t know where he would live, for how long… Well he still didn’t know for how long. But he enjoyed all this mystery that surrounded him. He didn’t care if he had to go back in his hometown in ten years, one month or a week. He was enjoying his time in the big city and if it had to end at one point it was fine. But right now he was simply going to have a walk in the crowded streets of New-York city, take a coffee and who knows what could happen next, right?

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After an hour of walking, Zayn finally had his warm coffee. The coffee warming him up already, just by the fumes leaving the boiling liquid. When he took his first sip he burned his tongue as he frowned from the slight pain. He decided to wait for the coffee to cool down before drinking more of it. While waiting he just continued strolled down the streets. His hands were freezing and felt like his ear were about to fall off, but for odd reasons Zayn Malik was smiling. Simply because he was happy.

He was taking a sip from his coffee that was not as warm as before. He gulped it, the bitterness of the brown liquid not sitting long on his tongue. And it’s then that he heard music. A voice singing and what seemed like a guitar. The voice was quite raspy but it seemed like the owner was a girl.

He continued walking and it seemed like the voice was getting louder and louder. Until he was there, holding his coffee in between his hands, looking at this girl play the guitar as she was sitting on a bench. Her eyes staring right in front of her, staring right at where Zayn was standing. She looked at the boy that seemed in trance just by looking and listening to her.

She pulled her eyes away from Zayn and smiled at a stranger that had just given her a few coins. She sang for at least two more minutes. And when the song ended Zayn was clapping, his coffee on the floor. People gave him strange looks, but he didn’t care.

“Thank you,” the girl smiled humbly as she drank from the bottle of water next to her.

“It was amazing!” Zayn said, maybe a little bit too excited.

The girl lightly giggled at the boy in front of her before thanking him once again. She was about to start a new song when she heard the boy with the British accent speaking to her.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Avril. You?”

“Zayn, nice to meet you Avril.” His lips pulled into a genuine smile.

She smiled back and with that she once again started to play the guitar and to sing. She sat on that bench for hours as she sang, people sometimes gave her money but not much. And the entire time she was on that bench Zayn sat next to her and listened to her. They didn’t talk much but for Zayn listening and looking at her was enough.

At first glance she wasn’t the prettiest girl he had seen. But she was different, there was something charismatic about her.

 She wore heavy make-up, her eyes were surrounded by eyeliner making her light brown eyes stand out. Her hair had obviously been bleached and her ears had more piercings than most girls. But all of this –for some odd reasons, suited her. He usually didn’t like girls like her, but the more Zayn looked at Avril the more he found her beautiful in a way that he couldn’t explain.

When it was starting to get dark, and the moon was slowly appearing, Avril stopped playing. And they started to walk together, Zayn and Avril next to each other. She was carrying her guitar on her back and Zayn was following her.

“So what’s your story?” she asked as she searched something in thick jean jacket.

Zayn shrugged as he had nothing to tell her. He had no sob story. He never lost anyone from his family, except his granddad but Zayn didn’t remember him and they were never close anyway. He had nothing interesting to tell her. Zayn had lead the perfect life. Perfect but boring still.

“Come on! You must have something to tell.” She insisted, as she finally found what she was looking for. She took out of her pocket an already opened, pack of cigarettes. He stared at it as she took out a cigarette and put it in between her lips.

“Want one?” She asked, holding the opened pack to him. But he shook his head, Avril shrugged before putting the pack back in her pocket. She lit her cigarette and took her first drag, leaving the white smoke slowly leave her mouth.

Zayn didn’t smoke. He tried to once, but it was years ago. He didn’t liked the taste and he never tried again. And it would have been too much trouble to hide from his parents anyway.

“What’s your story?” Zayn asked, as he remembered their discussion from minutes ago.

Avril was holding the cigarette in between her index and middle finger. She laughed softly, smoke leaving her nostrils and mouth as she did so.

“My story is not to tell right now. Maybe another day.” She spoke softly.

Zayn nodded, but couldn’t help but grin as he knew now, that they would meet again.

“Anyway, I need to go.” She said as she took a last drag from her cigarette before throwing it away and crushed it with her black leather boots. “Bye Zayn.”

And she started to walk away and soon after Avril was nowhere in sight anymore and Zayn slowly walked back to his shitty studio.

And he knew that tonight, again he would eat Chinese take away like every other day, and that his neighbours will probably fuck ‘till late at night making it nearly impossible for him to fall asleep. But Zayn never felt happier since he moved to New-York city. And he knew that the day after he would go to this bench where he met Avril, hoping that she would come to play the guitar and sing with this raspy voice of hers. 

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