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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.


1. Intro

This is my first ever fanfic and I am sooo excited!! First I would like to apologize for my bad English - (if my grammar sucks) because English is not my main language, so now you are warned! ..oh and the first few chapters might be kinda boring.

Enjoy xX

 I promise I will finish this story and not just suddenly delete it.


- "Catch!" my dad says as a bunch of keys come flying right over my head and crashes into my 7 year old brother, Lucas', small hands before hitting the ground.

"Aww" I laugh with my dad, as Lucas picks the keys up in a quick motion.


"What's funny Lou?" he snaps at me. He gets in a bad mood for no reason when he is tired.


Btw my name is Louise, but people call me Lou alot -  because Lou is shorter I guess.

The keys are the keys to our new house - our new home in Bradford.

Yesterday I lived in a small town not far from London, and now I am standing right in front of our new - and I gotta admit - beautiful home. I don't know how I feel about us moving yet, but I am optimistic so far.

The house is pretty big. It's in two storeys, with a garage, a back yard and a little front yard as well. 

I already know which room I am gonna get, and it is way better than my old tiny one. It is upstairs and I am finally gonna have my own private bathroom!!


I open the door with my elbow, because I'm holding a heavy box. My new room is big and light, with a huge window along with a window seat. I put the box full of books, that I have carried up the stairs, down on the floor with a sigh, and sit there for a moment, looking out on my new neighbourhood. I have a crappy view.

I catch my self falling asleep, so I shake it off, and stare at all the boxes in the corner facing me, and I start to unpack some of the boxes. Though I am exhausted from the drive.


A couple of hours later, I decide to take a break from decoration my room, and I leave to take a walk.


- "Good idea, hun. Get to know the neighbourhood," my mum say and I smile in return.


She clearly feels guilty for taking me and my brother away from our friends, because she's the one who got a new job here. I don't want her to feel like that, because she is a good mum, and I know she is stressed from the new work already - and to be honest, I kinda like the thought of a whole new beginning. To start from scratch.

I get plenty of strange looks from the people living here. Clearly it's one of those places where everybody know everybody. I smile politely and people smile back to me. They must know I am one of the new ones, I think.


Here are mostly old people, but I also meet a couple of kids playing football in the middle of the road - and they look at me funny, because I'm a stranger. They even ask me if I am one of "the new ones from London".

I don't feel like explaining. "You can say that" I smile and keep walking.

It starts raining when I'm on my way home. I had been eating a sandwich in the park, since I realized i had not eaten lunch yet. My pullover, my skinny jeans and my converse are quickly soaked, and I am walking with my head down as I suddently get dirty water full of concrete sprayed in my face.

-"GREAT!" I shout, knowing that no one will hear me anyway.


I look up, my vision blurry by the water, and see the back of a smart-ass sports car. 

Somebody with dark hair, sticks his head out the window and shouts back laughing "Sorreh 'bout thah" in a strong accent. 

Very funny, I think, douche.


When I get back home, I am met by mocking faces. "Nice walk?"


My dad is always trying to be funny when I am in a bad mood, so I ignore him and make my way to  the bathroom. I'm dripping all the way.

"We'll be in the garden if you need something, Lou," I heard my mum shouting.

I take a look in the mirror.

I look like a drowned mouse, I think as I hear the door bell ring.

"FUCK" I can't open the door like this

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