The Bradford Exchange - A Zayn Malik Fanfiction

Aliza Francis has been chosen to go to Bradford for the student exchange program, she also finds out her host family is the Malik’s!
Zayn are Aliza were childhood best friends , they used to be inseparable, they used to share secrets , basically do everything together,
But what happens when they don’t stay in contact for a year..
what will happen when Aliza goes to Bradford for the Student Exchange Program?
Will Zayn be surprised? Or very surprised? …
Are they still close childhood friends? .. or have things have changed?

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11. Hugs

Recap:

I hear a knock on my door. *knock knock*

“Come in.”  I said,waiting for whoever it is to come in.

No one came in.. “Come in.” I said again a bit louder.

Still no answer. I just shrug, and continue on dancing and the door opens.

“I thought you were doing your Physical education homework.” He said shutting the door.

 Oh crap Its Zayn, leaning against the door smirking at me.

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Zayn’s P.O.V

“Naughty, naughty Ali” I said, shaking my head. “I thought you had homework. But here you are dancing to songs.” I said.

“Well ummm I did have homework. I finished it” she said showing a hint of nervousness.

Damn Ali didn’t have to be nervous around me. I’ve got to change that.

“Is that so?” I asked raising my eyebrow.

“yup.” She said.

 “Really Ali? Can you show me your homework then?” I asked.

She heads to her nightstand and turns the music of her iPod dock a bit louder and started dancing to Riding Solo by Jason Derulo, she starts doing this hip hop actions, it looked cool. Wait why is she dancing? I asked for her homework not this but then again I never knew she was good at dancing, wow I’ve missed out on a lot.

I then unattached her iPod from the dock to make her stop. She wasn’t bad , she danced pretty well. But I wasn’t really in here to see her dance. “Hey! Why’d you take my iPod off Zayn?” She asked furiously.

She looked very hot when she’s angry. Wait Zayn what are you thinking? She’s your best friend man. Chill. What about Stephanie?

I have a tight grip of her iPod and wave it in the air, “because I need to talk to you Aliza.”  She then got on her tiptoes trying to grab her iPod from me but that made me throw her iPod on her bed which made Aliza more furious. “How could you Zayn? What if my iPod cracked? What if it fell on the ground huh?”

“Well your iPod didn’t crack did it? It got a safe landing.”

“I hate you.” She said bringing her leg up to kick me but I stopped her leg to make contact with my rib. I now had my hand around her leg. “shit” I heard her say. She was in an awkward position.

Hahaha how’s she going to get out of this? I say to myself.  Hmm I can forcefully let go of her leg but she can fall.

“Do you still hate me?” I ask looking at her.

“yep.” She answered popping the ‘P’ not making any eye contact with me.

Oh man She’s so stubborn. “Fine then I won’t let go, simple.” I said. “I don’t care Zayn.” She said showing no interest, she then shut her eyes.

It’s been five minutes Ali still won’t give up. Maybe I’ll have to make her. She hates “Oh look Ali, a spider just next to you.”  “What Spider? Where?” She screamed, while looking around.

Then suddenly she loses her balance.

I run in and catch her bridal style, our faces were inches away, we had an eye lock thing going on, I could hear her heavy breathing “Still hate me?” I asked softly breaking the silence. “umm yes and no.” She said shyly.

“why yes and no?” I ask curiously.

“because you scared me and you caught me from falling..so I don't know" she shrugged.

“Really? Would you like me to drop you so you crack your head?” I joked.

 “haha very funny Zayn, you wouldn’t do that.” She laughed.

“Really Ali, You don’t really know the real Zayn then.” I said smirking at her.

I start walking around. Her eyes widened, “you wouldn’t! No Zayn! Please! No!!!” she screamed.

ahaha she thought I’d drop her on the floor, shes too gullible.

“I totally would, love.” I said giving her a wink.

Little did she know she’d have a soft landing. Muahahahaha!

“Ready Ali?” I asked. “Hell no! Zayn if I die! I swear I’ll come back in a ghost version and haunt you for the rest of your freaking life!” “hahaha nothing will happen Ali.” I said trying to calm her.

“Five ,four, three , two , one.” As the countdown finished, I drop her and waited for the magic to happen.

She screams and “Huh?? I’m on the bed? How? She groaned, “I so hate you right now Malik!”

“Aw you don’t hate me Ali, come here give me a hug” I said opening my arms.

“No, you are getting no hugs.” She said crossing her arms.

Hehe idea, I decide to get on her bed and tickle her. “Zayn what are you doing?” she asked.

 “nothing.” hm now where is she ticklish? Around her stomach.

“Zayn? “ she said giving me her famous ‘what the hell are you about to do’ looks.

Then I start tickling her , “what the hell? Zayn --- stop!!! ”

I kept on tickling her, she was rolling around. “zayn --- haha --- please -– stop!!” She pleaded, trying to get out of my grasp.

“Hahah not until I get a hug.” I said tickling her more.

This was so fun! I’ve never really done this with anyone.. not even Stephanie.

“Fine, haha -- fine --- haha I s--- haha-surrender--- haha please--- haha stop now?” She said in between her giggles.

Damn! I didn’t want to stop, I was having fun. I stop tickling her. “Hug or tickle? I ask her wiggling my eyebrows.

“Hold on a second Zayn.” She said, she then sits up and grabs a pillow.

Why does she have a pillow? “Pillow fight!!” she shouted.

“Are you serious? “ I grab a pillow and start dodging from her hits.

“Haha thought I’d give you a hug that early? You don’t know me Malik.” She said and winked at me and continued aiming for shots.

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We went on with the pillow fight for ages!

Until “Zayn! Aliza! What are you guys doing?” Mom said looking really shocked.

“Um we were having fun, right Ali?” I said.

“Yea… “ she agreed , not knowing what to really say.

“Oh God, You both are still so immature, you guys aren’t  Safa’s age , heck Safa doesn’t even do this! I want both of youse to clean the room up. Right this instance. Or else no dinner tonight.” She warned.

“Serious? But food’s my first love aunty! You wouldn’t.” Aliza said.

“Oh I sure would hun.” And then mom left.

I look around the room, nothing wasn’t out of place. I don’t know what mom was on about, "Ali the room isn’t out of place do you know what mom meant?" I asked getting off her bed.

“Um Zayn if you knew mothers are like that they think that we’d made a huge mess, but we haven’t really, the pillows are on the ground and my bed sheets are messed up. That’s called a huge mess in mother’s dictionary.” She explained sitting cross legged on her bed.

“How do you know? Last time I checked your mom was on that business trip with your dad.” I said.

“Well last time you checked, that was a year ago Zayn.” She said quietly.

She now hugged her knees to her chest. She started breathing heavily. Oh shit what did I do?

She then looked up at me her eyes were red, her bottom lip was quivering. She’s going to cry I thought to myself, I don’t know what to do.

 “Ali I can explain. I got forced…”

 “Can I get a hug Zayn?” she interrupted me.

“Sure you can Ali.” I said softly extending my arms for her. She then hugged me tightly. “You okay?” I ask patting her back. “Yeah just clearing my head.” She said softly. She then started crying.

“Ali what’s wrong?” I asked letting her go, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“I’m--miss ho—home.” She sobbed.

“Aw Ali , it’s only been a day and a half, come here.” I give her a hug again, this hug felt right it felt right like she belonged in my arms.

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