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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.


8. Be my model

Zayn finds us a seat next to each other in art, and everyone stare at us, including a group of guys who probably are friends with Zayn - even the teacher, Ms. Cole stare. She is in her 30s, her hair is dyed a bright purple color, and with all her make-up she looks like a piece of art herself. 
Feeling uncomfortable, I stare down at all the letters and small drawings people have scratched into the surface of the table through the years, hoping people will look away.

"Why are they all staring?" I whisper to Zayn.

"Because you're new?" Zayn whisper back, dashing my arm to make me loosen up a bit, and I do.
Yea that must be it.
Though out in the hallway, Harry had given me the we need to talk look, but I just followed Zayn - 'cause why shouldn't I? They wouldn't even tell me why they hated him so much.

Eventually people stop staring, and Ms. Cole teaches for awhile, and then we get told to couple up and do a small photo project. 

"You and your partner have to go somewhere - without disturbing anyone - and take 3 photos with your phone. 1 photo of one of you standing in a static position, 1 of you in a dynamic, and 1 random photo. When you are done, you come back here and analyse them. Send the pictures along with your analysis to me on my e-mail when you are done. We will go through some of them in our next art lesson. That's it!"

Zayn and I find a quiet corner not far from the art room, and Zayn flips his iPhone out of his pocket.

"Now. You be my model," He blinks and give me a cheeky smile.

I almost melt. His smile is so sexy, I think.

"So what do I start with? Static?"

He nods, looking into the screen of his phone, biting his lip.
I pull my arms straight down to my sides and stand as straight and pole-like as I can.

For the next shot, I pose like I am running and I make a silly face. We both laugh but we get the photo.

"And the random one.." his head is quickly right next to mine as he takes a selfie of us.

Our shoulders are still touching when he scrolls through the photos. The last one is quite cute actually.

Then we go back in and analyse the photos for the rest of the lesson.

I quickly learn that Zayn is quite clever - which I hadn't expected at all to be honest. 


The minute I walk through the door to leave the art room, I feel a hand around my wrist. Harry pulls me around the corner, where I meet the Louis and Niall, both facing me. 

"Heyy wha" I manage to say before he lets go of my wrist. 

"Sorry I didn't mean to.. But anyway we really need to talk," He looks serious. Niall not so much. He is busy eating a pack of crisps.

I follow them outside, where the sun is now up and it has stopped raining. We sit down on an old bench in the sun, and I feel like some kind of prisoner. 

"So?" I say, a little annoyed.

"Well.. We just wan't to tell you to be careful. There are things you don't know about Zayn, Louise. He's not as you think he is," he looks over his shoulder to make sure no one else is out here. His curls flicker in the wind.

"He's right, you really should just stay away from him. He's nothing but trouble," Louis looks me deep into my eyes. They are blue like Nialls - who is still struggling with his pack of crisps.

"What do you mean, like is he a criminal or what? What has he done that is so bad?" I feel a need to stand up for Zayn. He hasn't been anything but nice to me since I moved here.

"He has done all kinds of things - girls too! All you need to know is that he is really not a good guy. This is for your own good, we just wanna protect you," Harry's eyebrows form a narrow line and his green eyes are sparkly. I believe him when he say they just wanna protect me, but I don't understand why they can't just let me be.  

Though I can't help but feel a sting, when Harry mention that Zayn has 'done' all these girls.

Louis looks like he is just about to burst, and he looks at Harry for a moment. 
"Harry is right, Louise, he is not the guy you wanna be with. Well.. long story short, he killed someone,"

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