They Don't Know About Us

Zayn and Emily are complete opposites. Zayn is well-known, one might even say popular, while Emily is a nobody. How is it possible that something more might exist? The odds are completely against them. Will they find a way to make this work?


1. People Say We Shouldn't Be Together

Isn't it crazy? It. Life. Everything. Most importantly: moments. A single moment can change everything. Just a glance can make your day or rip you to shreds. A few words can build you up or tear you down. This is the story of a moment. My moment. Our moment. And it all begins in the halls of my very own Vellex High School, of all places.

I was just minding my own business, retrieving my literature book and listening to Elizabeth drone on about some scandalous thing that Jeremy had done. "He didn't even ring back!" she vented. "And then when I saw him this morning he had the nerve to tell me that it was his little brother's fault for dropping his mobile in the pool!"

"Liz,what if his little brother did drop his mobile in the pool?" I shut my locker door and turn in the direction of M-9 when a purple piece of folded paper that I had probably shoved haphazardly into my book slipped out and fluttered to the ground. I crouched down to grab it and carefully unfolded it. It read: Remember math exam on Thursday. Darn. It was Thursday. I folded it back up and stood to my feet only to get shoulder-checked!

"He—Oh. I'm sorry," the voice said. It was a boy's voice. This boy was the one and only Zayn Malik. Zayn Malik is one of them, and we do not associate with them, as Elizabeth says. (She had a fling with one of Zayn's best mates, Harry something-or-other and she was devastated when he didn't want anything more serious.) There are five of the "them" that I speak of: Zayn Malik, the tall, dark, and handsome that makes the girls swoon. A classic bad boy. Harry... Harry Sss... Harry Styles! He's the flirty, sexy one who can get just about any girl in bed. He has green eyes and soft, curly, brown hair. There is also this weird rumour going around that he has four nipples. I'm not really sure. Their group also includes this Irish bloke named Niall Horan. I think they call him Nialler? He has blonde hair and blue eyes and he's even more fit now that his braces are off. The others are Louis and Liam and I'm not really sure who is who. Maybe I just don't pay enough attention. I'm nowhere near their league; I'm probably just not around them enough. All I know is they both have brown hair and are very good looking. Like I said though, they are so out of my league.

This Zayn character, though, he seems different. I realised I should probably say something back before they walk away, you know, to be polite and all. "N-no, 'smy fault." tumbles out of my mouth. Smooth, Emily. Very smooth. He glances back at me as the five of them trek on, probably thinking, "Who is that stupid git?"

"Jerk," Elizabeth complained.

"He said he was sorry," I countered.

"He's still one of them and he can't apologise for that."

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The boys and I were just walking to lunch when Harry started telling us about some girl last night. I guess this one was good, but I didn't really care. He tells the same story about a different girl every day. Liam warned him about getting an STD and Harry assured us that he was being safe when someone bumped into me. "Hey!" I started to shout, purely out of habit. Who did they think they were, bumping into me? Then I see her. "Oh. I'm sorry," She was beautiful. She had this wavy, blonde hair and rosy red, plush lips. Her eyes were covered by some thick, horn-rimmed glasses but even then I could tell they were the prettiest blue, blue, blue eyes I had ever seen. I didn't quite catch what she had said before we walked away.

"Dumb girl. That move never works. I would know," Harry says.

"I think it was an accident, Haz," Louis answered for me.

"Whatever," he mumbled.

"What's her name?" I wondered aloud.

 The boys shrugged and Harry responded, "Hell if I know." Good. Harry hadn't slept with her yet. Wait, what? Was that really what had popped into my head? What a stupid thought. Why do I care?

I ventured a little further. "Well, what do you think of her?" Harry actually laughed out loud and everyone else seemed indifferent. What does that mean?



I saw her later, after the final bell. She was walking out of her last class, which happened to be right next to mine! The gods are smiling upon me today. I shot the boys a group message.

Catch up with you later, mates. Harry's flat, right?

Was I really going to do this? Of course I was. I had been thinking about her all day after that. Louis noticed too. He asked me what was going on with me and I just couldn't lie to him. "It's that girl..."

"Which one?" He smiled.

"The one in the halls? The beautiful one..." Did I really just say that? Get yourself together Zayn, I thought. Louis chuckled. "Damn it, Louis. You're not going to take me seriously either, are you?"

"Mate, I don't think anybody will if you keep talking like that. Especially about a girl like her."

"What do you mean, 'a girl like her'? What do you know about her?"

"Nothing. That's my point. A fit lad like you could have any girl you want and you pick her? She-she's no one. " 

"Whatever, man," I fumed, stalking off.

Now I was actually going to talk to her. Forget Louis. Forget Harry. What do they know, anyway? I told myself.

I stopped and pulled out my mobile to look at my reflexion. Perfect, as always. I leaned against the lockers adjacent to hers, being my charming self, and waited for her to close the little metal door. "Oh!" she jumped. Shoot. I scared her. Suave, Zayn. Try to be suave. Ladies love suave.

"Hey there,"Did that sound creepy? "I'm Zayn."

"Um, I'm Emily." Emily. Almost as beautiful as she is. "Nice to meet you."

"Well, we sort of met earlier, now didn't we?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm really, very sorry about that," she blushed. God, she is adorable.

"No, no, that was my fault," I started. "Actually, that's why I'm here." She had the most curious look on her face."I was hoping I could make it up to you, for that little incident."

"Oh," her expression changed to a cheeky grin. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

"Now that is my dilemma. Maybe we can talk about it later? What's your number?"


Author's Note:

I'm having a hard time coming up with a cover, so I thought I'd hold a contest :) Winners get to be written in as a character, or create a character for the story, as well as receive my promotion of a Movella of theirs and crediting them in the cover. Please send all cover entries to along with your pen name, the title of the Movella you would like to be promoted, and a description of the character including: first and surname, height, hair and eye color, ethnicity, description of their personality, and how you would like them to be incorporated in the story line.

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