Fan Fiction Zayn Malik

Argh, I sigh and drag my heeled feet down the hall. 'Lara, get it together! Please, do this for me?' My mum says, exasperated. I roll my eyes and groan. My mum is forcing ME, a 20 year old woman, to go to this stupid charity party. She is apart of it and they invited her. She made me come because she needed someone to drive. I DID have plans, to stay at home and sleep. But no, I had to come.
Mum even DRESSED me! I mean, I am not incompetent, I can manage it but again. No. I enter the room and am dazzled by a disco ball and laser light. The music is loud, my face is scrunched up as I get used to it. My mum has wandered off to her friends, I look for a seat and see only 5. I go over to one, the furthest from the other people and survey the party. I see lots of old people, and a few others my age. All looking happier than me. I slouch down and rest my chin on my chest. I sit like this for a while, then I feel a presence next to me and look up. W-oah.
A guy, probably about 25, is next to me. Looking sullen.
He has dark hair, and dark, brooding eyes. He has multiple tattoos on his arm. He is HOT!
'Glad I'm not the only one who doesn't want to be here.' I say. His dark gaze turns to my face. A shiver runs down my spine. 'Yeah' he says. It feels like he is searching my soul, taking in every inch of me. I cross my arms self-conciously. 'So, who got you to come?' I ask. 'My mum.' He replies shortly again. 'So, how are you?' I say, he has a face that shows nothing. 'Good. You?' He says, his stare looking away. 'I'm ok, I guess.' I say quietly, the anger creeping into my voice. In fact, I am NOT ok. I am so pissed off. I was forced to come here, my boyfriend, Tony, just dumped me. He was an a*s, he actually hit me a few times... But I thought I loved him. My ex-BFF is now with him, that b***h. And I got a D in my exam. He turns my way again. 'What happened?' He asks in a, seemingly, grim voice. I tell him it all. I know he is a stranger but I just need to get it all out. He listens quietly, his eyes darkening even more when I tell him about Tony. 'I'm sorry. You don't deserve that a*****e.' He says, boring into my eyes. 'Yeah.' I say, my voice breaking. 'You deserve someone who will treat you with respect, and care. Because you are beautiful.' He says, then he looks away and glares around the room again.
I am stunned. I am just that average girl with brown eyes and hair. A slim figure and average marks on tests. 'Thank you.' I say quietly to him.
'No problem.' 'Hey, I didn't catch your name.' I say inquiringly. 'I'm Zayn.' He replies quietly. 'I'm Lara. Nice to meet you, and thanks again.' I tell him.
We end up making lots of small talk. Me starting most. I squeeze some information out of him throughout the night. He is 23, he lived in Bradford in England but moved to Australia last year. He has one brother, Harry, who is 21.
Finally it is time to leave. I feel a bit sad. I want to keep talking to Zayn. 'Hey Zayn?' I smile, I love his name. 'Yes?' 'Can I have your number?' I ask with a grin. 'Um. Sure.' We trade phones and enter our details.

Next Day. 10am
I yawn and sit up. I grab my phone and see I have a message. From about 5 minutes ago. I enter my passcode (9296)  and open up iMessage ( I have an iPhone 5 you see) it's from Zayn OMG. I read it ' Hi Lara' what is wrong with me. I haven't been this obssesed with a guy since 6th grade when this SUPER hot guy called Dylan came to our school. 'Hi Zayn' I type. *ding* 'What you up to?' 'Nuthin much, urself?' I reply.
'Just thinkin.' 'About wat?' I ask nervously. '...' '...' I reply with a small smile. 'You.' My mouth. Drops, oh my god. He is thinking about ME ME ME! 'What about me?' I ask cautiously. 'About how amazing you are.' I think I blacked out for a bit. ':)' I say, even though right now I am nearly jumping up and down. ' :D' he replies. 'Hey, Zayn.' 'Yes Lara?' 'You are really hot, and nice.' I type nervously.
'Thanks Lara.' 'No problem.' I reply. 'Hey Lara, Wanna hang out?' My grin grows bigger than humanly possible. 'Sure, when?' 'Like, now?' He replies. My phone rings, it's Zayn. 'Hi Zayn.' I say. 'Hi Lara, so, can I pick you up?' 'Sure, you can come around now.' I say, 'Ok, see you in about 5.' And he hangs up. I quickly get changed into orange skinny jeans and a tight blue sleeveless top. I put on my pink canvas shoes. I do my hair and put on a little make-up.
My doorbell rings. I run downstairs and open the door to see Zayn. He is wearing casual grey shorts and a white polo shirt. 'Hi.' He says, smiling. Wow, I haven't seen him smile before, it's sexy. 'Hi Zayn, so. Where we headed?' I ask.
'Just out for coffee or something? If thats ok?' He says shyly. I try not to squeal in excitement. 'Thats sounds awesome.' I reply with a massive grin.
We walk out to his car, after I run upstairs and grab my phone and purse.
About 3 hours later
Zayn and I went out for coffee and are now sitting in the dark movie theatre. Watching a really scary movie.
Zayn and I are holding hands! Eek!!
I really want to ask if we are, like, boyfriend/girlfriend. But, I am super nervous! I rest my head on his shoulder cautiously. He tensed a bit then relaxes again. I almost sigh with relief. I settle for a smile instead.

About 2 hour later
The movie is FINALLY finished. I nearly pissed myself. It was scary as. I almost run out of the cinema, with Zayn close behind. We get outside and walk to the car. It's about 3:30pm. We get in the car but Zayn doesn't go. 'Lara.' He says, looking at me with his dark, smouldering eyes. 'Yeah?' I say, I can't help leaning in slightly. 'Do you want to be my girlfriend?' He asks shyly. 'Yes!' I say, loudly. He grins. 'Cool.' And we drive out.

About 30 mins later
'So.' I say as we pull up to my house. 'So.' Zayn replies. I smile. Then...
Zayn leans over and kisses me, I hesitate. Then kiss him back. As he pulls away I see a spark of something in his eyes, I blush. 'Pick you up at 6 tomorrow?' He asks. 'Definitely.' I say and step out. He winks then drives off.
I walk up the stairs and into my room in a dream state. I get into my night-clothes and collapse onto my bed. Man, I'm tired. I think as I fall Asleep.

Next Day, about 11am
I sit up slowly and get dressed in some daggy clothes. I have some cornflakes for brekky and then workout for an hour in my gym. I stumble out sweating heavily. It's 12:30. I have a LONG LONG shower and dry off. I get dressed and decide to do my nails. Dang, what colour?!
Red, bright red, blue, electric blue, grass green, pink, bright pink, sparkly pink, purple pink, purple, dark purple, white, black, sparkly black, sparkly red, grey, gold?
Hmm. I reckon I'll do a pattern of sparkly black and sparkly pink. I wave my hands around like a mad woman to get them to dry. I look at the finished result with satisfaction.
Now it's 1:30. It's getting closer!! I read a book and try to calm my nerves. Zayn and I are TOGETHER! Like, WOW!!!!
My phone goes off with an alarm, oh. My. God. It's 5:23! I get up and put on my fanciest clothes. Which happen to be a glittery, black, very short dress. I slip it on, this really IS short. I go to the bathroom and brush my hair out. I use few products to style my hair into a soft, brown waterfall down my back. I do my make-up with utmost care. Eyeliner, light eyeshadow, pink lipstick, light blush. It's now 5:50!
I slip my feet into my sapphire blue flats. And skip downstairs. I pour a small glass of vodka to calm myself. The doorbell rings just as I finish. I look in the downstairs mirror and check myself. Looking good.
I open the door and there is Zayn. In a black suit. H.O.T.T
I smile, and he gasps. 'Lara, you look. You look beautiful.' He says. 'Thank you Zayn, you look great as well.' He grins easily and we hop into his car and drive to 'La Monne Herale'. A fancy French Restaurant.

3 weeks later
I hold Zayn's hand as we stroll down the street after yet another dinner date. We finally reach his car and as I sit down my heart misses a beat and my mind goes blank.
My eyes widen as Zayn sits next to me. 'Lara, are you ok? Whats up?' He asks, worried. 'It's just. Zayn.' 'Yeah?' He asks softly. 'Zayn, I love you.' I say looking at him. His cheeks redden slightly, 'Oh Lara. I love you to.' He replies quietly, we kiss. The best so far. We pull apart slowly and drive slowly away.

About 40 mins laters
'Hey, this is your house.' I say as we pull up outside Zayns house. 'Yeah, I know. Now come on.' He says and gets out. I get out as well and follow him up to the door. I still haven't seen his house. What should I expect? Coffins? A piano? It has white walls and a red roof. Zayn opens the door and strolls inside. I walk in after him and gasp. Everything is pristine. White marble floors, white leather couch. White everything!
He grins at me, 'Do you like it?' He asks. 'It's AMAZING!' I yell. He laughs. He leads me up the stairs, where are we going?....
I have a sneaking suspicion ...

He opens a door slightly, 'Now. Lara, close your eyes and do not open them until I say so. Ok.' I nod and squeeze my eyes shut. He leads me inside, I think. And sits me on something soft. 'Keep them closed.'
He says again.
I smile. I hear footsteps going away, and now back.
'Ok, open them now.' I open my eyes, I am super excited. I see first Zayn, in a loose shirt and shorts. Then the floor, red carpet. The walls, white. The furniture, all different. Then one wall, with drawing all over it, it is AWESOME. Then the bed I am on. Black sheets and black pillows. And THEN the chocolate on a plate on the bed. Zayn comes and sits next to me, 'So?' I grab a chocolate and place it in between my lips and shrug. He leans forward and kisses me. Taking the chocolate and eating it. I say, with mock anger, 'How dare you, that my was chocolate!' His eyes sparkle. And he takes another chocolate and eats it. I grab the plate and put it on the bedside table.
I kiss him, his lips sweet and chocolately. We are locked in our passionate embrace until he pulls away. I see a glint of something I haven't seen before in his dark eyes. He takes of his shirt, and then mine. I bite my tongue. Holy crap. I'm actually going to do this. My first time.
And I do.
 
About 7 weeks later
Zayn and I have spent nearly everyday with each other . We are really, really close.
He has invited me over, I finally got a car. And I'm heading over now. I pull up and walk, nearly skipping mind you, to the door. I knock. 'It's open!' Zayn calls.
I walk in and close the door behind me, 'Zany, where are you?!' I call out. 'Here, on Earth, Australia!' He replies. That adorable freak, 'Thanks, that helps!' I call out laughing. I walk into the lounge and see him sprawled suductivly on the couch. 'Hi' he says, in a suductive voice. Then he smiles, breaking the mood, and I crack up. We laugh till he cries. I sit next to him on the couch, 'So, what ya been up to?' I ask, laying across his lap. 'Thinking about you, missing you, wishing my genitalia would shut up.' I laugh out loud. 'Seriously?!' I ask between giggles. He nods with mock seriousness. 'What about you?' He asks, 'I've been good. Just relaxing, and being with you, and wishing my heart would beat properly. I mean seriously, I'm going to have to see a doctor about it!' I say with a grin. He smiles. And kisses me, my heart flutters. I mean, come on.
He turns on the TV, and we watch a movie.
Then we stride up to his room and, by unspoken agreement. *makes sex movements*


1 year later.
I sit bolt up. Oh. My. F*****g. God! Today me and Zayn are getting MARRIED!!!!!!!!
I squeal, and Zayn sits up, 'The f**k?.. Oh, that was you Lara.' He laughs. I kiss him. 'We're getting MARRIED!' I yell. I jump out of bed and get dressed hurriedly. I have to go pick  up my dress, hair, nails, makeup, actually get there.
Zayn smiles. 'See you later then babe.' 'See ya later. I hope you're there.' I say with mock severeness. Okay, maybe not so mock.
I trapeze  down the white stairs and out the door to my car. I drive to 'Dress the Best' which takes about 1 hour!
I rush in and pick up my dress. It has a tight bodice, lace patters around the mid section. Long flowing sleeves and it flows out behind me about 60cm.
I lay the bag carefully in the car and go to get my hair done.

6 hours later. About 4pm
I am all ready. I am so nervous, and happy, and excited. My dad is here, along with my mom and a dozen other friends. The music starts and my father leads me down the isle.

3 hours later. About 7:30
I kiss Zayn. Oh how I love him.
We board the plane to Hawaii, which is where our honeymoon is. I am so excited. Just can't wait to get this show on the road :)
 

Author's Note

It isn't fantastic. I wrote it on my iPod, there will probably be PLENTY of spelling mistakes and grammar errors. I really just wanted to show one though. This is my 9th fan-fiction and I have written 11 in total.