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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.


11. We need to talk

I had let Zayn drive me home. He didn't say a single word and neither did I. 
I keep thinking about things I could have said, but they all sucked.
I mean what the fuck do you say when you realize you're sitting in a car with a murderer? - a really hot murderer. 

My parents aren't home yet, but Lucas is running around in the garden with the Malik kid. Great. 
I wonder if he knows about Zayn. 

I walk up to my room, sit in my bed and try and finish The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
Zayn is in my head the entire time, and I can't concentrate on reading.
I put the book down with a sigh and stare out in the air for a moment.

Since when did my life become this complicated? I just started school!
Things would be so much easier if he wasn't so attractive, and if he didn't make my heart beat double speed whenever he's near. If I could just hate him like others seem to.

But I just can't stop thinking about him.

- Why does he like me?
Is he mad at me?
- What is he doing right now?
- Is he thinking about me?
All these random thoughts run through my head and it makes me feel weak. I feel like one of those girls in movies who are hopelessly in love.


A couple of hours later, I hear the doorbel going off. Better not be the kids playing games.

It's Zayn. He has his usual serious face on, and I notice that a strand of his hair has left the quiff, making him seem less put together, but just as handsome.

"Can I come in?" He asks. 

"Uh. Yea,"
I let him in. 

We hear screams and yellings from the garden, and Zayn narrows his dark brows. 
"Is Jawaad here?" He looks surprised.

"Yea? You didn't come to pick him up?"

"I came to speak to you, we need to talk," he looks at me with his georgous eyes and I get lost in them for a second. 

The kids have come inside and they look from Zayn to me and then at each other. 
"I don't wanna go home yet," Jawaad complains.

"No. Uh, I" Zayn manages to say before Lucas interrupts him: "Is it true that the police once gave you hand cuffs on?" he looks at Zayn with big eyes, they way a person would look at their biggest idol.

"Uh," Zayn looks accusingly at his brother, who now looks terrified. "Well, I just came to talk to Louise, you kids play," 

"Are you gonna be Zayn's new girlfriend?" Jawaad looks at me with his eyes which are simular to Zayn's. 
Zayn smirks and raise an eyebrow at me teasingly. I hope I don't blush.

"I said go out and play," 
They do as told, but not without mimicking kissing noises on their way out, and something that sounds disturbingly much like sexual noises.

We go sit in the couch, with half a meter or so between us. 


Zayn's POV 

I don't wanna freak how out, so I decide not to sit down right next to her. She seems jumpy enough as it is now. I have a hard time reading her, and I can't tell if she's scared of me or not - if she thinks I'm a monster. I definitely have given her reason to. 

She sits studying me as she always seem to do. I like that. Not only because it gives me confidence, but I love it when she catches herself looking, and her cheeks get all red. 
This sound cliché I know, but she's not like the other girls I've dated - not that we are dating. She's not as trashy and superficial. I get this weird feeling in my body when I'm near her. I really like this girl, and it scares me more than anything.

I haven't even known her for a week!

I know she thinks I'm hot or whatever, but now I'm afraid that my past has ruined everything. I don't wan't her to be scared of me and think I'm heartless. 
And most of all I feel ashamed of how I acted earlier, I completely lost myself for a moment. Why do I have to be such a jerk!?


She looks at me, awaiting.
I don't know how to start, so Louise take the word.

"What are we doing anyway?" she looks at me they way somebody would read a book. 

"I mean, I have heard what people say about you. Like am I your new 'victim' or new 'pet' or whatever? Do you just go choose a random girl and use all your bad boy charm and good looks to get some - and then throw her away like trash?"

The question surprise me and I can't help feeling hurt. That's not my intention with Louise. Even though there is some truth to what she just said. That's kinda how I am - or used to be. I see why she would think that I would just want to use her. It makes me hate myself even more.


Louise's POV

I don't know where I got the confidence from, but it all just burst out of my mouth.
Reading his face, I can tell I've hurt him, and he's struggling with himself in his head. 

He looks up at me flexing his jaw.

"I know that's how everyone see me, and I guess that's how I am. A selfish womanizer, a murderer. Pure scum" he pause, looking disgusted with himself, like a hurt little boy, 
"Would you give me a chance of changing that?" he looks at me. Pleading. He's like a lost child who just needs a second chance, and I have to bite my lip to not hug him. 

He sense me loosen up a bit, and he smiles and gives me his best puppy eyes while batting his eyelashes, and moving a bit closer to me. 
We both laugh at his puppy face, and I feel a great sensation all the way through my body and out in my fingertips. 
I can tell he does too by the way he looks at me. 


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