The Bradford Boy

Kelsey Steven is a 16 year old good girl. She has good grades and she is popular and plays sports. Zayn Malik has one small group of friends. And could care less about his grades. Will Kelsey fall for him? Or will she hope he falls in a hole? Read to find out!:)


1. Chapter One

I was pulling in my driveway one Friday from a long day at school. There were moving vans in the driveway of the house across the street. I walked in the house to ask my mom who moved in.
"Her name is Trisha. She has a son about your age. You'll get to know them better tonight because they're coming over for dinner," my mom said.
"Okay. What time?" I asked.
"Around six so be ready," she said.
"Okay. I'm going to go do my homework," I said.
A few hours had passed and it was 5:30. I had barely done any of my homework watching the people across the street. Her son was kind of tall, he was a few inches taller than me and I am 5'7". He looked kind of... well mysterious I guess. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was really hot to say the least. About thirty more minutes passed and they came over. I was so busy watching the guy across the street I forgot to change. I was in a pink t-shirt and dark grey sweats. He was sitting on the couch next to his mom and my mom was sitting in the recliner. So I just came down and sat in the love seat.
"Trisha and Zayn this is my daughter Kelsey," she said. "Kelsey this is Trisha and Zayn."
"Hi," we all said pretty much at the same time.
They had a British accent! Oh my god! This day couldn't get any better. Our moms went to the kitchen to tend to supper leaving Zayn and me sitting in the living room alone. I turned on the T.V. but all I could feel was Zayn staring at me.
"Supper I ready," my mom said.
We both got up and started walking to the kitchen. He let me go first. We sat down and are supper. I finished last and I put my plate in the sink and thanked my mom for supper.
"You guys can go up to your room if you want," my mom said.
"Okay," we answered and got up and walked to my room.
We walked in and Zayn closed the door behind us.
"I just want you to know that I really like you," he said.
"Oh well thanks," I smiled but freaking out inside.
"But I'm not the person you think I am, but you can figure that out later. Can we watch T.V.?" He asked.
"Sure," I answered handing him the remote. We watched T.V. until his mom hollered for him and told him it was time to go.
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