The Bad Boy-ZaynMalikFanfic

Hannah is just a average teenage girl, living next to 18 year old Zayn Malik

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13. Be happy

Hannah's POV

Zayn was yelling right in my face. I done a Hannah thing and zoned out starring at the white wall covered in students art. "Hannah! Are you fucking listening to me?!" He shouted grabbing my wrist under the table so the teacher couldn't notice. When I felt the pain of his nails stabbing my sore wrist, I couldn't take it I pushed my chair back rising out of my seat making Zayns hands fall. I raced towards the door in anger slamming it, catching everyone's attention. I continued walking until I bumped into a hard chest. "Ouch, watch were your going!" I opened my eyes noticing the sea blue eyes and the bleach blonde hair with the brown roots. "Niall" I sighed wrapping my hands around my irish bestfriend. "You alright Hann? You seem a bit annoyed?" He spoke as he broke our embrace. "I'm okay... Just Zayn" "Zayn, Zayn Malik? What's that prick doing Hannah!? You need to stay away from him!" "Niall calm down, he just annoyed me. Everything's fine" I shot a reinsuring smile. "Good, if he hurts you or comes near you Hann... You tell me!" He kissed my cheek and walked off.

 

Zayns POV

As Hannah slammed the door catching the attention of the teacher but also the pupils. I sighed running my hands through my hair, I stood up and exited the room with questions begin thrown at me. I walked down the corridor searching for the blonde haired girl. There was no sign of her, I pulled at my hair kicking the wall in anger and irritation. "Zayn?" A quiet voice echoes, "Hannah! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you! Please forgive me? I promise I'll never do if again" my voice goes quiet as I reach out to touch her. She flinches as I lightly handle her wrist, it was covered in a blue bruise which killed me inside to know I was responsible for that. I gazed into her eyes lowering my head giving the bruise a gentle kiss never leaving her eyes. "I'm so sorry beautiful" I whispered bringing my hand up to her cheek, caressing it. "Please speak to me." She leaned her head into my chest as I wrapped my arms around her. "You're so confusing Zayn, I don't think I can deal with it anymore." She mumbled into my chest as I released her studying her face. "What do you mean?" "Why do you keep changing, you act nice one minute and the next you're angry. You're only going to mess with my emotions Zayn, you probably got millions of girls that think you're in love with them" 

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