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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.


3. Zayn was it?

Most of the words I can't make out, but apparently "Mr. Handsome" is Zayn Malik, Jawaad's older brother. Coming to pick up Jawaad.

Obviously. How did I not think of that.


As I hear the door closing, I wait a minute, and then I go downstairs to my family, acting like I didn't know who it was at the door.


"I heard someone by the door. Who was that?" I ask, faking a confused look towards my mum.


"That was Zayn, Mrs. Malik's older son. He picked up Jawaad," she replies, giving my dad a strange look that I can't read. Maybe he was rude or something.

I go back upstairs, as I see a black sports car driving past our house. The same I saw the day we moved in. Inside the car I make out the silhouette of a quiff. Zayn Malik

Are you kidding me.

- "Sorry 'bout that" I quote him, copying his northern accent.



School is tomorrow, and Lucas and I are bored. As we have nothing else to do, we decide to go grocery shopping, since both our parents are at work.

Already at the entrance I spot Zayn Malik standing by the checkout. He is no longer wearing his leather jacket, as it is a hot day, but a T-shirt with some logo on the front that I don't recognize. My eyes run over his slim but toned body, and I take in the way he is standing there slightly slouching, making him look bored and carefree. I notice that one of his slim, pale arms is completely covered in tattoos, all the way from the wrist to the elbow.

He uses his inked arm to pay for 3 packs of cigarettes, and then he turns around facing me and my brother still standing near the entrance. He doesn't seem to notice us.


-"Hey, Zayn!" my brother waves at him, and he looks over his shoulder, confused. Then he waves back - a tiny wave - still as if he's bored somehow. 

I realize again, that I am staring.

As he makes his way towards us, I suddenly get all selfconscious. I should have worn more make-up, and my hair, is it really that bad?


-"Hey buddy" he smiles at Lucas, and then he finally looks into my eyes, with his own big hazel puppy ones. Oh god, I think as my stomach takes a tumble.


"You must be.." he thinks for a second, or maybe he is just teasing. "..Louise Fray, nice meeting you,". Again I notice his strong accent. Sexy.

He looks at me, waiting for me to say something.  

Oh! I think, as I realize that I haven't replied yet.


"You too. Zayn was it?" I say as I mentally high five myself for sounding casual.

He nods and makes a hand motion towards the exit saying he's in a hurry. As he makes his way out, he turns around, a quirky grin playing on his lips.

- "Sorry I made you all wet,"


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