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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.


7. 2nd day of school

I've now got a short trailer as well (if you can even call it a trailer)! Go to youtube and type in "zayn malik fanfiction he's no good" and you'll find it :)
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I wake up and glance out the window to my right. The sky is a dark silver-ish color, with heavy drops falling from it, making the view blurry as they rush down the outer surface of my window.

I sigh. Great.

I do my morning routine and put on my raincoat before leaving to school. As it is still raining, I pull the hood up, not to destroy my straightened hair. 

I make it like 10 paces down the street, before I hear an engine and hear the horn of Zayn's car. 

Ok today I'm fine with not walking. If there is something that I can't stand - it is rain. But because I live in the UK there is plenty of it. 

I get into the car, grateful that my clothes aren't already soaked. I pull the hood down again before I put on the seat belt. 

"Figured you would wan't a ride anyway," he says - or shouts - to me over the sound of the heavy rain. His voice is soft and melodic. I breathe in his scent. He smells like a mix between hair product, aftershave, leather and something else. He smells good.

"Well, yea. Thanks," I reply "I hate rain," 

"Rains alot here in Bradford," 

We drive in silence for awhile, and I take my time to study his perfect face once more.

He has marked black eyebrows, his cheekbones are just as sharp as his jawline, and he has stubble on his chin and jaw. He looks older than most guys my age. 

I feel curious so I ask, "so how come I don't know anything about you?"

He takes a deep breath, and shift his weight uncomfortably in the drivers seat. 

"What do you mean? What do you wanna know?" he gives me a challenging look, but looking into his eyes I can tell my question is making him nervous.

"I just wonder. I get the impression that you seem to... scare some people," with this I mean Harry, Niall and all them.

I don't want this to sound accusing but I was always the curious type.

"I scare people, huh? What makes you think that?" he asks. 
When I don't answer, he looks at me, lifting an eyebrow and grinning. 

"Do you mean you? Do I scare you Louise Fray?" he smirks.

"Well no.. not exactly," 

"Good, 'cause I can't remember doing anything that would make you feel unsafe either. But yea I saw who you were sitting with yesterday. Don't believe everything you hear, Louise Fray," 

I don't know what to reply, so I just look out the window as Zayn parks the car, at the schools parking lot.


First class is English, so I meet with the guys just outside the classroom.

Today I'm sitting next to Niall.
He keeps calling me "New Girl", and talks about how he had been the new kid just a couple of years ago. I can't imagine moving all the way from Ireland to here. But he really is a charmer, so he must have been popular from day one. 
He has the most fantastic laugh, and the brightest blue eyes. 

Harry and Louis are sitting right in front of us. Louis writes Harry notes, and Harry has a hard time not bursting into laughter. Harry hits Louis' arm, and Louis pretends to start crying, and Harry comforts him. They both laugh. Aww, they're just like brothers.
Though Mrs. Hudson - or anyone else for that matter, doesn't seem to notice.


My next class is art and the others have music. As we head to the southern corner of the school to attend our classes, I sense a familiar scent, and feel a warm hand around my lower back. 

"Hey, you going to art?" I feel the warmth of Zayn's breath in my ear and it's hard to breathe when he is so near. 

"Actually, yea" I say. My heart is beating way faster than normal, and my skin burns on my back where his hand is resting on my shirt. 
He doesn't remove his hand as we walk down the hallway, despite all the staring.


Sorry my chapters are really short.. I'll work on that


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