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"He lets go of me, looking sadly down at his toes for a moment.
Then his facial expression changes and it goes hard.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is looking, and then he graps my arm, hard, and pushes me up against the nearest wall. I feel the cold, hard brick wall against my back and Zayn is like 3 cm from my face. His hands are resting on the wall on either side of my head.
I cannot move and I feel completely trapped. I can feel his body heat and his hot breath on my face.
I shiver. He scares me, but at the same time he is god damn sexy.

"Who have you talked to? Are people talking?" How does he even expect me to answer this when he's literally crushing me up against a fucking wall?"

A fanfiction about a new girl and the bad boy, Zayn Malik.

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18. (Not) just another girl

While Zayn is downstairs, I get up out the bed and take a look around in his room. I run my hands over his CD collection. He's got a bit of everything really, from old classics to pop and RnB. I look at my reflection in the full body mirror. I giggle for myself, what guy has such big mirror. 


I look tired but surprisingly my make-up is not all over my face, but has pretty much stayed where I applied it. 


I run my eyes over his belongings on his dresser; A line of different hair products, his phone charger, a lighter, and an open pack of cigarettes. No family photos or anything personal.


One of the drawers in his dresser is slightly open, and I can't help but peek. It contains two piles of hoodies and sweatpants, neatly folded.  What was I expecting? Condoms? 


I sit back down as I hear Zayn making his way upstairs again, carrying a glass of water and two pills. He closes the door behind him and sits next to me on the bed.


- "Here," he hands me the pills, and I quickly swallow them one by one, hoping it will fix my pounding head. 


- "Oh and," he hands me my phone as well, smirking. 

I have 3 missed calls from Harry, 1 from Tamara and 1 from Kayla. It's already 1 O'clock. I had completely forgotten about what Zayn and I witnessed last night at the party. I can't imagine how he and Louis must be feeling this morning. I think.


- "Does your parents know I'm here? You slept on the couch," I ask Zayn, worried that they'll somehow tell my parents. You never know.


"No, told my mum I didn't remember how I got there," he says in a carefree tone, suggestion that that has happened before. 


They way he says it, makes me wonder if his parents are divorced. I mean I've only ever met his mum and his brother, not his dad. He has never even mentioned him.


I am just about to ask, when we hear footsteps coming from the other side of the door. Zayn's body  tense, looking nervously at the door.
 

- "I'm afraid I'll have to sneak you out, if you don't want to get caught," he whisper.
I nod, and in silence we wait untill the sound of the footsteps is gone. 


I put my phone back in my purse, and pick up my heels, wrapping the straps around my finger, walking barefoot towards the door. 
Zayn rests his arm on my lower back, looking down the empty hallway, directing us down the staircase. 


Luckily Mrs. Malik is out in the garden, so I easily slip outside without getting caught. Zayn chuckle and kiss my forehead, and then he sends me on my way.


I get out my keys and unlock the door without making too much noise. Then I sneak upstairs to my room, and quickly put on a T-shirt and some sweatpants. 


I go downstairs, to find my family in the living room eating lunch. I put on a smile and join them, only now realizing how hungry I am.


**


Monday morning I wake up, the strong sun rays shining through my curtains. I yawn, feeling much better than yesterday. 


I reach out to check my phone, which is lying on the bedside table to my right. 
I've got a text from Sexy Zayn <3. I smile, shaking my head. He must have changed it yesterday while I was sleeping.
 

Good morning beautiful ;) xx 


My smile gets wider, and I feel slightly lightheaded, biting my lip. Nobody has ever texted me that. 
 

- Sexy Zayn? You're so full of yourself :* 


- I know you like it ;) Pick you up in 30 minutes? x


- See you :)



**


I shower, grab some toast, do my hair, put on make-up, and put on some denim shorts and a tank top along with my Vans. I quickly peek out the window to see Zayn's car parking outside my house. As if I couldn't walk the 20 meters to his house by myself. 


I grab my bag and run downstairs. My parents are sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast, they have already driven Lucas to school. 


"Is that Zayn again?" My mum asks, mouth full of eggs, stretching her neck to peek out the big kitchen window. 


"Yea, he's taking me to school," I reply, cutting her off and walking to the door. "Have a nice day at work," I smile before closing the door behind me. 


**


We step out of the car, locking it, and we walk across the crowded parking lot. He is wearing dark skinny jeans with a white T-shirt. His hair is not styled in the usual quiff, but most hidden under a gray beanie. His confident way of walking, plus the tattoos and his black earrings, makes him look dangerous - but sexy dangerous.


I feel our shoulders touching as we walk, and before I know it, he takes my hand in his. 
My stomach takes a tumble, and I feel warm all over my body. He looks at me flashing his gorgeous, gorgeous smile, and hand in hand we enter the school. 



**



Zayn's POV


I walk Zoe to her first class. Tamara looks at our entangled fingers, but then gives me a tiny smile and a nod. Guess I'm accepted for now. 


When I'm just about to turn around and leave, somebody bumps into me.


- "Watch it," I say, regretting it when I recognize the curly haired boy.


- "Sorry," Harry mumbles as a reflex, with his head down. 
When he recognize my voice he freeze and turn around to face me. He blushes, ashamed that I know his and Louis's dirty secret. 


A part of me wants him to trust me, but the darker one is dying to tell the guys. Though he is Zoe's friend and really I have no right to tell anybody. 


I can't help but smirk, still having the disturbing picture of his hand down Louis' pants, in my head. His pink cheeks redden even more. 


I pad him on the shoulder, and leave to attend history. 
Joining my friends sitting in the back, I pull out my phone, getting ready for 90 minutes of torture. 


Jade keeps giving me seductive looks, playing with her hair to get my attention. I smirk at her, leaning back in my seat. 


Jade is pathetic and she has always been. I mean she's hot, but that's it, it's like she doesn't even have a personality. She's the type of girl who has no self respect, who makes everyone use her and take advantage of her. I know she wants me. I even went there once, and she has been hooked on me ever since. 
I find her desperation quite amusing to be honest. 


**


In our 5 minute break, us boys go outside to smoke, as we do most breaks. Jason and Marc are smoking weed, they have come to the point where it doesn't affect them much anymore - Noel and I stick with normal cigarettes. 
They're always keeping some joints in these small plastic bags in their jacket pockets so that you can't smell it. 

I was never a big fan of weed - or drugs in general. Made me see things I didn't want to be reminded of. 


- "So, spill it," Noel says, taking a drag of his cigarette. I know he's seen me and Zoe together.


I ignore the question, acting like I hadn't heard it. I take a drag as well, inhaling the thick smoke, feeling it turn in my lungs. The familiar rush makes me feel calm and relaxed. 
I  lean back against the brick wall, emptying my lungs, and watches as the white smoke floats in the air in front of me.  


- "That girl?" Noel speaks again.


I shrug, giving him the carefree glance I've mastered. "Just another girl,", I smirk confidently, hoping he will just drop the subject. They wouldn't understand.
 

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