Confessions of a Teenage Girl (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Anderson "Sonny" Williams has her dream job as being a journalist. She's more than excited when she gets her second assignment - creating a riveting report about love in the teenage community. Things hit a little closer to home when she decides to do her expose' on someone within her own work environment - Zayn Malik. Will Sonny stick to her story, or will her headline be something bigger?


2. 2.

I strolled casually down the hall from Wendy Park's office, trying not to let the sheer emotion of being chosen come bursting out of me. This caused a few strange glances from my coworkers. 

I opened the door to my makeshift office (it used to be a large supplies closet, but it hand ben renovated into a small office with a little window on the back wall) and slumped at my desk, plucking a pencil from my writing utensils drawer and flipping my journal to the next clean page. 

I put my pencil on the paper to write, but ended up sitting there with the pencil hovering over the paper. You see, receiving an assignment is all fun and smiles until you realize that you need actually need an idea sketch. My mind w hen completely blank when I went to start writing my idea. I whined and banged my head on the desk. 

"Whoa, there, Sonny! What's the damage today?" I looked up and saw a large mass of curly red hair standing in my doorway. It could only be my one of a kind friend Molly. 

 I grinned. "Just hoping I could bang an idea into my head."

She opened her eyes wide, double checking the calendar hanging by my door. "What do you mean trying to get an idea? Deadline is tomorrow!"

"I didn't have a deadline for anything this month," I explained. "I'm trying to get a sketch for the new assignment I have."

"What assignment?"

"Wendy Park gave me an assignment today."

"Ohhh, that's what she wanted to see you for! Phew, I got a little worried!" She placed a hand over her heart and breathed in deeply. Word got around fast at Lexington and Park whenever Wendy Park wanted to see someone in her office.

"I was worried, but she just told me that I needed to have an idea and story in two months."

"What's the topic?"

"All she said was that I needed to have a story for her in two months about the teen community."

"No book-long instructions that require short handing in order to keep up? Something's in the water, I tell you!"

I laughed and shook my head. "Well, yeah. Now I'm totally racking my brain to come up with something good. I've got nothing."

"Well, while you're racking your brain I need you to copy these for me and give them to me when you come in in the morning tomorrow." She thrust a stack of papers at me. "I really have to go - I have a literature class in-" she looked at her watch, "-thirty minutes and I have to run. Call me later!" She said over her shoulder as she wisped out of my office. 

Since I couldn't come up with anything and had nothing better to do, I got up and took the flight of stairs to the copy room that was located on the first floor. I was trying to see what Molly needed me to copy for her, and I knew that I was almost by the copy room due to the change from tile to carpeting on the floor. I realized that the papers were a bunch of sketches that she probably had to be turned in for approval. 'Summer Palette" was scribbled across the top in messy writing. 

I was rounding the corner to enter the copy room when I heard my favorite song come on. Strawberry Swing by Coldplay. The copy room usually had something amazing playing everytime I went in there. 

"People moving the time

Inside a perfectly straight line

Don't you wanna just curve away

It's such, it's such a perfect day..." I belted softly. 

"Coldplay fan, huh?" A deep voice appeared out of nowhere. 

I shrieked, dropping my papers. A boy about my age rushed over to help me, kneeling down and helping me pick up the multiple sketches. "Cor! You scared the heck out of me!"

He laughed, his hazel eyes meeting my own eyes. I stared for a minute, looking away quickly. "You look a terrified deer in headlights!"

"Uh! I  do not!"

Yet again, his distinct laugh rang in my ears. I stood up and he handed me the papers I dropped. "You're a fantastic singer, you know."

I rolled my eyes. "What and ever. I wish! That was just pitchy squeaking, not even singing at all. Nope, not at all, uh uh," I repeated redundantly, giggling nervously. What was happening to me all of a sudden?

"Where have I seen you before?" the boy asked, squinting. 

"Well I kind of work here so..."

"Ah, must be. Second floor?"


"That's where! Anyways, speaking of singing and music," he stated, cooly combing his fingers through his black quiffed hair, "Busy tonight?"

Now was my turn to squint, except I was doing it in suspicion."I might be. Depends."

"On what?"

"Who's asking and why."

"Well I'm asking because you seem like a chill girl. And I really  don't want to roll into my friend's gig empty armed."

"So you're risking asking some random girl like me that you don't even know?"

"Who said I was asking you? All I did was ask if you were busy tonight."

My cheeks burned red, and my face felt about a million degrees. Once again, he laughed. "You're cute when you're blushing."

I glared daggers at him. 

"So, do you want to go with me? We can hang out and get to know each other. I can't believe we work together and I don't even know who you are. I know pretty much everyone around here since I run the copy room."

"I guess I'll go with you."

He gave me a crooked grin. "Great, mate! Meet me out by 16th and Gavin Avenue around 8, okay?" 

I nodded and walked out of the copy room, trying to get away as quickly as possible before my face turned cherry red again. 

"Hey!" he called, sticking his head out to copy room right when I was almost by Charlotta's desk again. "I didn't catch your name?"

"Sonny," I yelled over my shoulder.

"Cool! I'm Zayn, by the way. 8 o'clock!" Zayn ducked back in the room.

"Date tonight?" Charlotta asked, doing an eyebrow dance that made me laugh.

"Well kinda."

"He's hecka cute. Have fun! Don't stay out too late, you have an early shift!" 

I nodded, heading back up the stairs to the second floor to grab my things before clocking out for the day. I wasn't until I was almost leaving the building that I realized I hadn't even copied Molly's sketches.



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