2. The Study Date
I stared at the beautiful blonde boy behind me as he stood at the door. How can a human be so beautiful. He scans the classroom looking for a seat, and his eyes land next to the seat next to me. My eyes widen as he strides over to where I am. I fix my hair as a nervous habit. What if he dosen't like me? Do i look ok? My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a soft," Hello Zayn, mind if i sit here?" I turn and nod. Why didnt i say anything? God im soo stupid! I turn to look at im to apologize to see him already looking at me. I blush and look away as does he. Was he looking at me? No he couldnt have been. That beautiful Irish boy could never love a monster like me.Once again I am interrupted by my awful teacher... Mr.Foster. "zayn Malik pay attention in my class or detention it is!" he shouts at me. As usual i roll my eyes and get back to work.I tap the pencil as I struggle with the math problem. I look over at Niall and he already finished. I hesitantly tap his shoulder and say" C-can you help me?" He smiles and nods. He guides me through every step of the problem. I was hardly patying attention because i was watching his perfect pink lips speak as his thick Irish accent spoke. "I can tutor ye if ye want..." he says. I shake my head furiously. Then blush at my desperate movements.He smiles and hands me a small piece of paper. I open it and it has his phone number and address on it. "cant wait to study- Niall" A blush creeps on my cheeks as the bell rings signalling class is over. I pack my stuff in a rush and wait for Niall to lead me to his car. He gathers his things and we walk out to his car. He guides me to a small navy buggy. I hop in and we starts the car. I twiddle my thumbs and wait for what has coming to me.