Pure Perfection

Kaela Garcia was just an ordinary fan of One Direction. She loved all of the members, but had soft spot for Zayn Malik.
Kaelyn started attending a University in London, which meant she move from San Francisco, her home town. She took an English teaching training coarse, and bumped into someone she never thought she'd meet.


3. Your pretty.

I cant beleive I'm becoming friends with Zayn Malik. At least I wasnt embarrasing myself.
The sun started to rise, and I saw his face, and he saw mine. " Wow, your pretty." Zayn said, nevouslly. " Speak to yourself, pretty boy." I answer. We stand up and we look at each others outfits. " Were wearing the same thing." he said. " Thats funny." I reply. We both luagh. " You have a cute luagh." said Zayn. " Thanks Zayn. Your pretty cute, too." I say, poking his chest. Wow he was MUCH taller than me. The bell rang, and we walk together.
We walk out to the front of the school. " Hey Kae, how old are you?" Asks Zayn. " Im 19. That might explain why I can ride a plane by my self." We both laugh. " Hey Kae, wanna come over to my place?" OMG, Zayn Malik just asked me to come home with him. Stay calm Kae, stay calm. " Sure Zayn."
We walk home, talking about this and that. We finally got to his place. It was nice, other than the tiny piles of trash lying around. " Sorry bout the mess." says Zayn, wearing the cutest smile. " Its fine Zayn. My places like this too."
We sat on the couch and watched Paranormal Activity 3. Zayn places his arm around me, and I hide my face everytime something scary happens. I HATE scary movies, especially ones with demons and ghosts. Zayns gonna pay for making me watch this. And I know just the thing.
While Zayn is in the bathroom, I grab his labtop, go to Youtube, and seach a the video of Zayn refusing to dance at bootcamp. Zayn walked back to the living room . " Watcha doin babe?" he askes sitting back down next to me. " I wanna show you something funny." I show him this video. He starts to blush as I start giggling. " You know I hate watching that!" he yells playfully. I start luaghing harder. Zayn grabs my hat which I forgot was still on my head.
" Give that back!!" I yell trying to grab that out of his hands. " Nope." Ugh!! This calls for drastic measures.
I stand back a bit, then jump up on him, with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Zayn tripps backwards onto the couch. I was now sitting on his waist, out of breath. I grab my hat out his hat and then I say, " I win." We start luaghing. Zayn put on his pouty face. " You were still mean to me." he says with his lower lip sticking out. I kiss his forehead, and he smiles. I check my phone. 1:00 AM. " Zayn its one AM." i said. " Then do you want to sleep over?" he asks. " Sure babe."
Zayn and I were in his room. " Ya need anything to wear?" asks Zayn. " Yeah. Pants." I say, pointing to my jeans. I sat on his bed has he looked througj his closet. He threw me a pair of shorts. " Hope these fit."
We both changed and were lying down on the bed. We were both on our phones.
" Whats your twitter?" Zayn asked.
We both exchainged our Twitters and numbers. After about half an hour of that, we both fell alsleep.
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