Irresistible (A Zayn Malik love story)

This is a Zayn Malik fan fiction.
A 16 year old orphan named Amber has been an orphan for most of her life. Her life is suddenly about to change when she finds out that she is finally being adopted. The problem is, she has a major crush on her new foster brother Zayn Malik. But Zayn's band mate, Harry Styles, also has a crush on Zayn's new foster sister.


16. Skills

     HARRY'S P.O.V.

     "I can't believe Tate won," I mumble to myself as I walk to my room. I want to stay home and lay around all day, but Zayn would kill me if he found out the I let Amber go to the gym alone. I grab a pair of grey sweatpants and I slip them on. I grab a blue t-shirt and I throw that on too. I walk down to the bathroom and I stare at myself in the mirror. How should I go out today? In case there is paparazzi. What am I thinking?!? I'm Harry Styles. No matter how I look, girls will always love me. I laugh at myself as I leave the bathroom. I walk down the stairs and into the living room. I switch on the telly and I observe for a little while.

    AMBER'S P.O.V.

     I close my bedroom door and I rush to the side of my bed. I pull out my suitcase and I quickly zip open the top. I dig around in it until I find it. My old red basketball gym bag. I dig around some more and I find my old basketball shoes. I lips on my old slip on shoes and I go to my closet. I grab my old red Lingle gym short. I slid off my pj pants and I slid on my red shorts. I rip off my volleyball shirt and I throw on my Lingle basketball shirt. I also reach into the closet and pull out my black Lingle basketball sweatpants. I stuff the shoes into the bag and I throw it over my shoulder. I walk to the bathroom. I grab the hair brush and a hair ties out of the drawer. I look at myself in the mirror. Ewww, I look bad. Do I really want to go into public? It's the gym, nobody will care. I leave the bathroom and I walk down the stairs. Harry is already downstairs, watching the telly again. "You ready?" I ask. I see Harry jump a little. I must have startled him. "Yeah, the gym is only about 5 minutes away, so we will walk." Harry says as he gets up from the couch. "I see that you bothered to put a shirt on," I say jokingly to him. He smirks uncontrollably. We walk out the door and we start to walk to the gym.

     It is warm outside. Strangely warm for December. We walk on the side of the road. The sun shines on the both of us, like a spotlight. Harry reaches into his pocket and pulls out some sunglasses as a black van turns the corner. The van slowly passes us. The people in the van stare at us suspiciously. When the van is finally gone, I turn to Harry. "What was that all about?" I ask him. "It's the paparazzi, we can leave the house without them watching us," Harry replies. "Then why didn't you stay inside and not come to the gym?" I question him. He take a long time to answer. "I just feel like I need to spend time with you," He finally says. I don't believe him, but I think it is best not to ask more questions. We finally arrive to the gym and we walk through the front doors.

    We walk by the front desk when The dark haired woman speaks. "Who let the hobo off the street and into my gym." I turn my head to her. She was me. The woman was about 20 years old. Her pink glossy lips are popping her bubble gum. Her dark brown eyes look at me in disgust. I look at Harry to do something. "She is with me," Harry finally says. "And who are you?" She asks rudely. Harry looks around to make sure that no one is listening. He takes off his sunglasses. "I'm Harry Styles." he says. The woman's eyes grew large and her mouth drops open. "You can proceed Mr. Styles," she finally says. Harry grabs my arm and pulls me away before I could beat the living soul out of her. We walk into the basketball court. It is huge. I miss being in the gym so much. I miss the feeling of swishing a shot during the game in front of the whole school. I miss the feeling of stealing the ball from a guard on the other team and having a fast break and laying up the lay up. I miss the feeling of swishing both free throws. I drop my bag and I open the zipper. I grab my basketball shoes, slip them on, and I lace up the laces. I stand up. Man, it feels good to be in the shoes again. Harry stares at me as I admire the feeling of happiness in the shoes. "What's the difference between those shoes and normal shoes?" Harry asks me. I look like him like he is stupid. "Well, normal shoes don't have a lot of traction. These shoes have traction against this hardwood floor, so they won't slip as easily," I say to him. He looks down at my shoes, and then back up at me. He shrugs is shoulders in confusion. "You will never understand," I say as I pick up a nice aired up basketball. I pull up the ball into shooting form and I shoot it. Swish. I retrieve my rebound and I take another shot. Swish. One by One they all fall into the basket. I notice Harry staring at me. "Staring problem much?" I ask him laughing. "You have some skills, are you going to go pro?" He asks me. "I don't know, I never really thought of that. I wouldn't make it anyway." I say as I spin the ball on the top of my index finger. "Wouldn't make it? You seem better than what I have seen and you are only 16." Harry says. I spin the ball some more on my finger in deep thought. "I have other stuff to focus on." I say.

     "Like what?" Harry asks me as he walks over and snatches the spinning ball off of my finger. "I do other sports too." I say as I glare at him for taking my ball. "Oh really." He utters as he tries to spin the ball on his finger, but fails epicly. "Volleyball and Fastpitch." I say as I laugh at his failure. "How did you do that?" He asks as he tries again. "Like this." I walk over to Harry and I point his finger upwards. "It's all about balance." I say as I place the ball on the top of his index finger. I give it a nice spin. It spins perfectly. "That's how you do it." I say as I spin the ball some more to give it more speed. Harry just stares at the ball. A smirk appears on his face. I take the ball off of his finger, which snaps him out of his trance. I walk over to the free throw line. My best shot. I line up with the basket, take a few dribbles, and I swish the free throw. Harry is amazed. "I bet you can't make it with your eyes closed." He says with a smirk on his face. "Challenge accepted." I place the ball in the shoot in position with one hand, and I cover my eyes with the other. I take the shot. I hear the familiar sound of the net swishing. I remove my hand from my eyes to see Harry holding the ball in shock. "Don't test me." I say laughing. "I'll be right back." Harry says as he hands me the ball and walks out of the gym. Where is he going? I shrug and I continue shooting free throws, three pointers, and layups.

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