Something More // Zayn Malik

"I'm just a fan though," I whispered against his lips, his hot breath fanning my face. "Not any more." He muttered, backing me up against the wall. "You're so hot baby girl, I want you." "Zayn," I mumbled as his hands went down to give my bum a squeeze. "Are you sure about this?" "Fayza I want to fuck you right now against this wall." His lips attached to my neck, sucking and licking. A moan escaped my lips out of pleasure as my hands went up to his chest. Just a fan? A fan my ass.

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2. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"DRUUNK ALL SUMMEEER!" I shouted, resulting a pillow to be thrown at me by my friend Alecia.

"Shut up!" Alecia groaned from where she was sitting at on my bed, rolling her eyes. "Fayza you really need to get over that Zack guy."

"Zayn!" I corrected her, pointing a finger at her as I joined her on the bed. "You know his name is Zayn, stop trying to annoy me."

"You're so obsessed." She said, her eyes focused on her phone as her acrylic nails typed away.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and pull out my phone, seeing that I had a missed call from my mom but decided to ignore it. Instead, I opened up Twitter and started scrolling down my timeline.

"Fayza, what are you doing over the summer?" Alecia asked, looking up at me as she propped her elbow up against a pillow and rested her cheek against her hand.

"I'm going to LA." I respond, not removing my eyes from my phone screen. "I'm visiting some friends that I haven't seen in a while. It sucks living in San Fransisco, we're so far from each other."

I was honestly so excited for summer. Summer is almost here, only a few weeks left before prom and graduation. Then after that we're all off to college.

My eyes almost went wide when prom came up in my head, I had totally forgot all about that.

I place my phone down and stare up at Alecia. "Alecia, prom is almost here." I stated as she also set down her phone to look at me.

"I know!" She grinned, excitement showing in her blue eyes. "Has anyone asked you yet?"

I frowned, my fingers playing with the ends of my black hair. "No, I mean not yet. Ugh, there's no one at the school that I want to go with."

"Well, that's if your parents let you go." Alecia rolled her eyes as she started to braid her blonde her.

She had a point. My parents were the most strict Arab parents probably in this whole town. They barely let me go out, only with Alecia or someone that they knew. It's the most annoying thing ever, they need to know that I'm an adult now. I'm turning 19 in a few weeks, on the day of prom to be exact.

I'm actually shocked that they're going to let me fly to LA over the summer to see my old friends. I guess all that begging and crying made them let me go.

I had use to live in Los Angeles. I moved here in San Francisco two years ago since my dad found a better job, making me leave all my friends behind.

"I gotta go, gonna be late for work." Alecia said, standing up from my bed and giving me a quick hug before exiting my room.

I yawn out of exhaustion and check the time, seeing that it was 6 in the evening.

Just as I was about to stand up from my bed and walk over to the corner of my room to grab my backpack, I heard a notification come from my phone. I pull out my phone from the back of my pocket and just as the screen popped up, showing me that it was a notification from Twitter, my eyes go wide and I almost scream.

@zaynmalik is now following you!

"What the fuck?" I didn't I know if this was real or not, my heart was pounding and I swear I was going to have a fucking heart attack. My shaky fingers unlocked my phone and went on the Twitter app. I clicked on Zayn's profile, the blue check mark proving that it was actually him. To my luck, the words 'follows you' was plastered on his profile.

I dropped my phone and my eyes went wide, and I before I knew it I had happy tears streaming down my face. "Oh my fucking God!" I felt like screaming and I know that if I did, I would wake up my dad who was taking a nap and he would kill me. "Breathe Fayza, just breathe." I told myself, closing my eyes and trying to calm myself.

But it wasn't working.

I ran to my bed and jumped on top. I started to jump up and down, squealing like a little girl but crying at the same time.

"ZAYN MALIK FOLLOWED ME ON TWITTER!" I shouted. I couldn't believe it. My king, my idol, my everything noticed me and followed me on Twitter.

All of a sudden, I felt myself trip as I was jumping up and down on my bed. I let out a scream as I fell on the floor, a loud 'thump' noise echoing throughout the empty house. I felt pain shoot through my body but I could care less at the moment.

Right then, my dad slammed open my door. His hair was messed up in different directions, making it seem that he just woke up.

"Fayza, I swear to God—" he shut his eyes and rubbed his head in annoyance.

"I'am so sorry baba, but Zayn fucking Malik—"

"Watch your language young lady." He cut me off.

"—Zayn Malik, followed me on Twitter! I cannot, I just oh my god dad I can't believe this oh my god oh my I'am going to—"

He walked out on me as soon as I started fan girling.

I quickly got up from the floor where I had fallen and grabbed my phone. A brilliant idea came up in my mind and I decided to DM Zayn.

Today could honestly be one of the best days ever.

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