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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.


17. Headache

Harry's POV

I wake up with a bad taste in my mouth. It wasn't just a nightmare. 
It isn't just mine and Louis' secret anymore, Zoe and Zayn knows.
 Zayn knows, could it be any worse!?I think, while tugging at my curls. 

I figure I'll have to be nicer to Zayn, for him to keep our secret. I know Zoe is not gonna tell anybody though, she's not the type of girl to gossip. 

Just thinking of Louis and the things that had almost happened yesterday at Niall's house, makes my blood run to my lower parts. The physical reaction he causes me is still new to me.

I can imagine how Louis must be feeling this morning. His mood shifted completely after what happened last night. I couldn't talk him down, he seemed restless and powerless, afraid that words would get around and his parents would find out. 

To be honest I'm not too worried about my parents finding out, I know they'll love me for who I am, who I'm with. But for Louis it's different, he feels different about it.
Even though he wont admit it to me, I know deep inside he's ashamed of what he is. I'm sorry he feels that way, but I can't keep away from him, and neither can he the other way around. That I'm sure of.

I never imagined having to tell anybody our story, though we both knew that the time would eventually come. 

We met when we were 10, and I had just moved to town. He was, and still is, my neighbour. One day he suddenly stood out in the garden, staring through the window into my room. I was sitting on the floor playing with my new Lego set. 

We looked at each other for awhile though the window, and then he gestured for me to open the window to let him in. I was not allowed to climb in through any windows, I would have never even gotten the idea. I already liked this spontaneous little brown haired boy. 

Of course then we were just friends, but when we hit puberty, we found each others presence awkward, and we drifted apart. I guess it was because we felt attracted to each other, in a different way than just friends would. 

We have both had girlfriends, but I never felt the way that I feel when I'm with Louis. Not the way I feel with him just smiling at me, or touching me. 

Then one day he kissed me, right out of the blue, on the lips. He even apologized after.


Zoe's POV


I wake up with a strong headache. My head throbbing along with the rhythm of my calm pulse. 
My heart jumps along with my entire body in chock, when I open my eyes enough to see Zayn sitting on the edge of my bed. 

- "You are adorable when you're sleeping, you know that?" he chuckle, his hair tousled but sexy. 

I sit up and look around. I'm definitely not in my own bed, or my own bedroom for that matter. I'm in Zayn's room.

The room is big and pretty neat for a boys room. He has a closet, some drawers, and a huge flatscreen. He has a huge CD collection along with a big stereo, and some art on the walls that looks like graffiti.

- "Why am I in your bed?" I ask, squinting my eyes, while I search through my blurry memory. I notice I'm still wearing my dress from the party last night. We didn't do anything, I sigh in relief. 

- "Don't worry I slept on the couch," he smirks. 


Then he starts laughing.
"It's funny how I promised Liam not to take you home into my bed, and look where you are" he's not answering my question. 

I look at him, dead serious, head still throbbing in pain. He stops laughing.

- "You don't remember anything?" The events of last night flashes through my head too fast for me to reach out to. I remember the start of the night, but then I'm all blank. I shake my head. "You got sick, I didn't know you had had so much to drink.."

- "What about my parents?" I ask.

- " If they saw you in the condition you were in, they would never let me near you again.." Oh god was it that bad? "I used your phone, told them you stayed at Tamira's" 

- "Tamara," I correct him, "But thank you,"

He reaches out, and puts his palm onto my forehead, frowning. He hasn't shaved, and his stubble are even more visable this morning, and I notice he has already dressed.
- "Does your head hurt?" I nod, and he leaves me alone on his bed to get me some aspirin. 

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