Young Zayn Malik Novels & Stories

_________ The line from Zayn Malik's song like I would seem most relatable to this chapter! A huge fan of Zayn Malik I am.!!! And I'm really feeling bad for Mason. Vote and comment if you like!!

“Your uncle informed me that you were around.” Marcus wiped his hands on his jeans. "Yeah, just helping out." Mr. Halden went in and glanced round, then at Marcus. "Busy days lately, huh?" Marcus nodded. "You could say that." There was silence, no ominous thing, but thinking. “I noticed the announcement,” Mr. Halden said carelessly. "Ava and Mark. They’re getting engaged." Marcus experienced tightness in his chest, though he maintained a calm expression on his face. "Yeah. It’s happening fast."

I guess that's what he meant by 'I won't hear the end of it. “Who wants to see me?” Zayn ever husky voice boomed into my ear as he climbed down the stairs clad in his own sweat same goes to Rafiq who was tagging alongside his father. “Mum, you didn't come play my games with me?” Lord Jesus, I think I'm in trouble.“I'm sorry moon pie, I had to be with my friends who actually came for your birthday.” I hope I sound convincing because the four of them staring at the twelve year old standing before me weren't bearing any gifts in their hands.

He reached for my hand, and I moved back. “Don't you miss me? Don't you miss us? You don't know how hurt I was when you broke up with me and cut all contact. I couldn't find you anywhere. Why did you break my heart like that?” I tapped my feet on the floor as I stared at him. Zayn was good-looking, rich, and a gentleman. He has wavy brown hair. He had a small nose, plump lips, and blue eyes. He was one of the pretty boys back on campus.

I couldn’t describe how much that hurt. I looked around the room, and everywhere was clean, with plain colours as a form of highlight. On the walls, there were huge portraits of Zayn Usman. I bit my lips, because none of them showed his dentition. It was so serious, which means he would tell my family all about my escapade today. “Damn it!” “It’s not good to swear so early in the morning,” a deep male voice rang out as the door pulled open. Zayn stood there in blue shorts and white T-shirt that his his body from prying eyes. Not that I was remotely staring at his body.

The family laughs as the male utters. "Good one, grandpa. So here's the good news. Guess who I bumped into today..." leaving the audience with an adrenaline rush, Zayn skips out as the people watch the excited 35 year old hide someone terribly behind his large figure. "Zayn, who is that?" His mother asks him as he chuckles. "Behold..." the cousins and the younger ones begin the customary drum roll.

Jeff sneered at Ardina holding Zayn's chest, who snarled and his eyes became bloodier. Maya objected to Jeff's words, she knows how sensitive this is to her daughter “Zayn is not a killer,” she cried, tears flowing in pain. Zayn smiled in disbelief as he stared at her tears. Are you now swayed because of that rat! "Yes, Zayn Malik is a killer..." Whisper in her ear and fast movement! He pulled his neck back, smashing it violently, making everyone scream and retreat in fear Ardina was with them!

#Zayn had a sense of care for women. As for other thoughts, there truly were none. With such thoughts in mind, Zayn went to meet with the girl that he had never met before. When he met her, Zayn learned that the girl was only twenty-two years old. She looked very beautiful and generous. She was also very active towards Zayn. “Hi, Zayn. I have known you for a long time.” Zayn was surprised. “Ah? You…know me?”

ZAYN I got closer, only to be met with a douchebag trying to force himself on a girl. I instantly saw red as she pleaded for him to let her go, a slight tremble in her voice but he didn't budge. “What part of let her go don't you fucking understand!” I rushed to him, throwing a punch right at his face to get him off her. He fell to the ground like a spineless piece of shit. I was expecting him to stand up and charge at me but he laid there on the ground like a pussy holding on to his broken nose.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.