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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.


2. The Maliks

The doorbell keeps ringing.

- "MUM CAN YOU GET THE DOOR?" I shout "MUM!" I shout one more time without response.  


I quickly make a messy ponytail and walk to the door still wearing my wet clothes.


As I open the door, a woman and a boy Lucas' age stand in front of me with a basket. She flashes a big toothy smile, and hands me the basket. Nice first impression - a soaked teen with concrete and dirt in her face, oh and did I mention the make-up?. I politely invite our, I suppose new neighbours, in and once again I yell for my parents.


- "Just a sec Mrs...?, I'll go get my parents,"


-"Mrs. Malik, dear" She smiles at me once again.


Turns out that the woman, Mrs. Malik, and the little boy (I didn't catch the name), and his older brother Zayn live 3 houses down the street. Good for Lucas who is already playing football with the other kid in the garden.



3 days later, there are only 2 days left of summer vacation - which means that I'll start school in 2 days. My new school. To be honest I can't wait to meet my peers. I hope I can make some new friends.


I've always had good friends around me. Though I am not one of those people with a 100 not-so-close friend. I am perfectly fine with a few close ones. God I miss Kayla! 


Kayla is my best friend. We have always been inseparable, despite our different personalities. She is always really loud and outgoing (sometimes a bit too much), while I am a bit more quiet and take one thing at a time.


I return from my daydreaming as I hear my brother and the Malik kid's laughter, coming from the other side of my door. Are they being serious?!


-"Hey Lucas, could you find someone else to tease?" I say in a playful voice as I look through the keyhole and into my brother's eye. They shriek and hurry down the stairs as if I would come out and get them.


A while after I hear their hushed voices outside my room again. "Jawaad, I dare you to knock" I hear my brother say. Oh that's his name.


I grab a book and sit down at the window seat and start reading - The Perks of Being a Wallflower, even though I have already read it 2 times. I just love that book. I have always liked reading - not that I am a "nerd" or anything. I think it's nice to disappear into someone else's life sometimes. It's like my getaway.


I spot something moving towards my house out of the cornet of my eye.  


It's a guy my age or older. He has his almost black hair shaped into a perfect quiff on the top of his head, and he is wearing black boots with a leather jacket. I can't help but to stare. He's HOT! I hear my self thinking, biting my lip. And he really is - in that bad boy way. He could have been taken straight out of a Calvin Klein commercial.


But wait why is he headed toward my house? 


I can't think of a reason.


For a second we make eye contact, and I realise that I am almost licking the glass of my window. I quickly sit down again, blushing. Why am I blushing?


I resist my desire to run downstairs, throwing myself at him and kissing his feet, as I hear the front door opening and my mum's happy voice. What is he doing here and who is he? I think.


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