That Alabama Girl

Brooke Woods ran away from her Alabamian family at the age of only fifteen, moving to Bradford, England. She hadn't had friends,a love life, or hapiness for years. At school, the one and only Zayn Malik leads her on, only to bully her and break her heart; Brooke letting go of all trust she'd ever had for anyone. But when Zayn and Brooke meet again, will he just lead her on again? Secrets are revealed, tears are shed, relationships are built up. But will this Alabama girl ever trust him again?


1. Prolouge


"Mate, I don't want to!" Zayn argued. "You have to! If you don't bully that new girl, your reputation as my friend, and the most popular boy in school, is gone!"

"But Alex.." He protested. "Go do it!" Alex said, shoving Zayn in the pretty girl's direction.

~~*Earlier That Day*~~

Brooke looked around her new school in Bradford, hoping that her parents had no knowledge of her living in this different country. You see, Brooke loved music, and was amazing at playing guitar and singing. Her parents wouldn't allow their little girl to become a star, instead of the doctor thay wished for her to be. So Brooke ran away from her small town home Gardendale, in Alabama. Brooke thought the U.S. wouln't accept her dream of being a music artist. So she saved up money for years and years, and now here she is, in Bradford High.

She was looking at her timetable when she ran into a dark haired boy with big brown eyes. Shit, she thought to herself, it's Zayn Malik, the most popular boy here! "Oh, I'm sorry, I, uh, wasn't watching where I was going.." Brooke stammered. "It's fine." He says with no emotion, brushing past her. How weird, Brooke thought. She finnally found her way to homeroom; though she'd been here for two weeks, she could never find her way around.

Lunch time came, Brooke's least favourite part of the day. Nobody ever talked to her unless they worked together in class, so she sat alone like every other day.


Zayn was fumed. How could Alex do this?! He thought, thinking back on their conversation as he walked over to the southern girl, sitting down with his lunch across from him. "Anybody sitting here?" He asked, getting the girl's attention. "Uhm, no.." She mumbled.

Brooke reconised the boy from who she had run into earlier. She also knew he was the most popular boy in the tenth grade. Zayn. "Why are you sitting over here?" She blurts out; she just had to ask.

Zayn chuckles, and says cheekily, "Just wanted to sit by a pretty girl." She blushes and picks at her salad with a fork.

"You must be from the U.S." Zayn says, trying to start a conversation. "Your accent is.... different."

"Yeah, I'm from Alabama." Brooke muttered, embarressed. Zayn says, "I'm Zayn. And you are?"

"I know. I mean- uhm- I'm Brooke." Brooke says. Why did I just say that? 'I know'! How stupid of me! Brooke thought. "Well, Brooke," Zayn started, beggining Alex's plan, "You know that dance coming up Friday night?" Brooke slowly nodded, anxious of what he was about to say.

"Would you like to come with me?"

That was the very beggining of Brooke and Zayn's troubles together.


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