Young Blood || z.m one shot

"Don't be out too late, remember you boys' have a interview tomorrow." Zayn leans against the pale green wall in the hotel room he's staying in for the night as he listens to his manager talk to him as if he was a child.
"Yeah, I know. I'm not like, irresponsible." He pesters back, just ready to get out of the room already. It felt suffocating to him even though there was so much space in the hotel room most of the large, wooden dressers that were left for unpacking were still vacant.
"Keep your hood on as well as your hat. We can't risk you going out there and get mobbed with only one bodyguard."
"This isn't the first time I've gone out, I know what I'm doing, Paul."
Paul blinks wondering if he should let his client out but Zayn was right, he has done this many times before and can do it again. "Yeah, just don't get lost. America isn't hard to get lost in."
Zayn nods his head and walks out the door, assuming that their conversation was over.
"Fucking damn." he curses to himself, rubbing his hand across his now smooth chin. Paul had convinced him that shaving his stubble off would give a less likely chance of getting spotted by fans but as he rubbed his face, searching for any source of a small patch of hair he had missed, it felt awfully strange to only feel skin.
He enters the elevator and searched for the button that read 'lobby' then pushed it, waiting very impatiently for the doors to open. "Hurry the fuck up."
Zayn took precautions as he exited the elevator and hurriedly out the back entrance of the hotel. He took deep, long breaths once he opened the door to the outside world. Despite the smell of rotten garbage from the big bins nearby, it felt nice to not be isolated anymore. Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with the small flame emitting from his plain, blue lighter, he contaminates his lungs with the harmful smoke and hell, did it felt good. Zayn's muscles relax and he begins to walk forward but not ignoring the feeling he was being watched by a pair of eyes behind him.
"Hey, Steven?" He yells back to the bodyguard failing to give him privacy by falling back a couple feet behind.
"Yeah?"
"Any clue where the nearest park is?" Zayn takes another drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke into the air coolly.
"You thinks that's smart? There might be kids-"
"Steven, I asked you a question."
Steven hesitates before answering. "Keep going straight and take a right at the next traffic light, should lead you right to it." He nods.
Zayn doesn't bother to thank the man and followed his directions. Hopefully by now everyone knew he wasn't in the greatest of moods, being cooped up in a hotel room overflowed with people did this to him. How the rest of the boys were able to stay in that hotel any longer was beyond him. He took his time finding his way to the park, gazing upon the orange tint sky as the sun sets slowly when the sudden urge to draw the view took over him, sadly he didn't have any paper or a pencil to produce the lines with. Zayn glances behind his shoulder debating to ask Steven if he had any of the supplies but decides that it's best if he just enjoyed the view now and paint it in his head; where he couldn't mess up or worry about starting a new.
The park came into view and the first thing he noticed was a girl sitting on a red, short slide. The area was luckily vacant, just like the dressers in his hotel room, which is understandable considering no parent wants their kid out in the park, playing around and about, half-past seven. Tall, green trees surrounded the edges as well as fences that separated the playground from the road to insure safety. Zayn debated whether he should continue to past the playground or to avoid the girl all together but he couldn't help to keep his gaze on her. She was wearing a hood matching his, gray and simple, with the hood also up like his but blonde hair slid out the front. Her view was towards the ground, staring down her black and white converses making it impossible to see her face.
Zayn planned to walk silently past the girl and make it to the other side of the playground to the swings without being noticed, where he hoped to take another drag of a cigarette when he accidentally steps on a twig causing a loud snap to echo through and the girl lifts her head in a hastily manner.
"Uh," He mumbles to himself, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. This girl could be a crazy fan or worse, a crazy hater and the possibilities on how crazy this girl could be drove him nuts and sweat to accumulate in his hands.
"Uh, hey." She said in a hushed tone.
"Just ignore me," Zayn takes slow steps back, maybe he could just walk around the town for a bit instead.
"Hey, don't leave!" She reaches a hand out, pushing her self down the slide. "I know you! Mind taking a picture with me, Zayn?"
"I'm not sure-" He scratches the back of his neck, now nervous what could happen next.
"Please? I'm a big fan." Her voice is calm, as if she was expecting him to come here to this playground but he knew it was impossible.
Zayn took in her features, bright blue eyes that reminded of Niall's and blonde hair now tousled about from the wind blowing it back. Her clothes were ruffled up and a pair of grey sweatpants hung low on her waist indicating she must've randomly thrown on articles of clothing. Though he wasn't in the mood to deal with fans today and most likely this girl will tell her friends who she's with any moment now.
"Ma'am, it would be greatly appreciated if you would leave area." Steven walks from behind Zayn, gesturing the girl to walk away.
Her eyebrows furrowed together."But-"
"Steven, let her stay." He had a change of heart, this blue-eyed girl didn't seem to be causing any harm.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be good." He nods the bodyguard away and Steven backs away, going off to the other side of the park while keeping a close eye on the two. "So, what's your name, love?" He uses his charms that caused many fan girls to lose their balance or consciousness.
"Marissa," She states, reaching for her iPhone in her front pocket. "I can tell you want to get this done and over with so."
Marissa steps closer to Zayn, standing beside him with her phone held up high as he bends down to even out with her short height. They both smile brightly, Zayn's smile a little less bright than hers, as the camera captures the moment.
"Thanks, this means a lot." She says politely.
"No problem, mind me asking you what're you out here, like so late?"
"I should be asking you the same thing."
Marissa was thrilled to be having a conversation with the one and only Zayn Malik, she had dreamt of this moment for what feels like forever but yet, should couldn't bring herself to be as enthusiastic as she imagined herself to be. It was her thoughts caught up with her emotions again, the depression taking control of her while she tries to push the terrible thoughts away.
"Just needed some air, to get away."
"Yeah, I feel you." She looks up into the now darkening sky, the feeling of awkwardness growing bigger and bigger between the two.
"I have a question," She breaks the silence.
"And I have an answer," Zayn smirks and made his way to the slide she was previously sitting on earlier.
"How does it feel, to be a role model?"
"What makes you think I'm a role model?"
"Well," Marissa stands beside Zayn who's sitting at the edge of the slide. "Kids look up for you guys for advice, whether you're listening to them or not and I've always imagined it to be nice to be important."
He turns his head towards her. "Important? Who says you're aren't important."
As their conversation grew longer and longer, Zayn begin to realize that Marissa had a very different mind set as him, at least different than what his had now.
"To be important calls for someone to need you, to have someone that you've greatly impacted on always looking up to you and you do just that. Your fans wouldn't be nothing without you guys."
"I beg to differ-"
"Let's not talk about this, I doubt you don't even remember what it feels like to be excluded." Marissa crosses her arms, proving to Zayn that he wasn't the only one in the worst of moods.
"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't like, talk to me as if you know me." He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and begins to lit it.
"You're suppose to be setting a example here, for kids to follow but here you are sucking on a cancer stick as if it's your life line when it only wants to cut it off."
Zayn takes a long drag as if to mock her. "I'm not their parent."
"You're lucky I love your music." She mumbles to herself, slightly massaging her forehead with her hand.
Marissa knew why she was acting like this, it wasn't just for the fact that she was in a incredible shitty mood, but she was in fact a Zayn girl and her mouth seemed to have a control of its own.
"I should leave, thanks for the picture." Taking small steps, not willing to leave the pop-star alone, she begins her long walk home.
"I've been talking to you for about a hour," Zayn smirks to himself, facing away from Marissa. "and I feel as if I already have you all figure out."
"Oh really? Well elaborate, Mr. Malik. What do you think you know?" She refuses to turn to Zayn, not willing to give him her fulling attention.
"You're a very depressed girl, you look down at yourself doubting all the true things people say about you."
"Why do you think that?"
"I saw it the moment you looked at me, your eyes shown sadness and still does. You sat out here by yourself for what looked like a long time before I came along."
Marissa stays silent, not bothering to speak.
"Marissa," He takes a long inhale from the cigarette before continuing. "You're a beautiful girl and I'm sure when you're not in a shitty mood as I am right now, you're a very nice girl."
"I feel like you're trying to talk me out of a suicide attempt."
"I don't know, am I?" He finally looks at her, only her back was visible to him but he knew she was on a urge of a break down.
"It was very nice meeting you, Zayn." She said trying to keep her voice steady.
"You're not going to leave without a hug, right?" Zayn throws his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with his boot.
Ignoring her doubts, Marissa turns to front Zayn who stood there, waiting for her embrace and hurriedly wraps her arms around him. The hug was nice, warm, comforating and never had she felt a hug as good as Zayn's. He places his head on the top of hers before whispering:
"I hope we'll see each other again but under better circumstances."
Zayn brings his hands into one of her jacket pockets before quickly pulling out. "Yeah, maybe."
They let go of each other and awkwardly shared goodbyes before departing their separate ways. Marissa highly doubts she will meet Zayn again, maybe not even at a concert if the band came into town again but as she takes in Zayn's short, simple words on her way back home in the darkness, she puts her hands into her jacket pockets when she realizes something brush against her hand.
As she pulls out a ripped corner of a Marbaro's cigarette carton and with the words written ever so neatly onto the material, Marissa knew this was not the end of her adventure with Zayn Malik.

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A/N: Okay, this was for a contest hosted by @inkedx. I had wrote this in a day so I honestly do not think this was one of my best works. I just wanted to get a message out to this wonderful girl named, Marissa.
Everyone needs to be told that they're beautiful and you, my friend, are one of the people who needs to understand you are just as beautiful as everyone else, with an amazing personality and even though you may be having some problems in the real world where ever you are, we Wattpaders love you no matter what <3
This one-shot may be very unrealistic but I really wanted to get it done to be honest because I promised I would write one XD
Thanks to ruinedcity for making the cover :D