American Dream (Zayn Malik AU Fanfic)

Typical?

"Oh, come on!" Was Louis' reaction when the smell of coffee filled the apartment (or flat, as he preffered to call it.) it was as if the only two British people living there were him and Eleanor because the rest drink coffee. "You people are a disgrace."

Cecilia rolled her eyes at his dramatic reaction because seriously, come on. Coffee isn't that bad. But as soon as she thought that, Louis glared at her.

"It is that bad." He replied, making her eyes widen, not realizing she said that out loud.

"Okay, I'm not spending my Sunday listening to an arguement over tea and coffee." Harry cut in. "I'd rather go explore L.A. like I do every Sunday."

Cecilia only smiled at that comment, her mind somewhere else. Somewhere else as in Zayn's room where he's been since the morning. She bit her lip, debating whether to take his breakfast into the room or just leave it until he comes out.

"If you're thinking about going in there, i'd decide against it." Louis told her, noticing her concentration on the door. "Once I walked into his room while he was painting...let's just say I was lucky enough to make it out alive."

"Always so dramatic. Haven't changed a bit." Eleanor said.

"I'm just going to see if he wants to eat. He's been in there for a while now." She said as she got up and walked to the door, everyone watching her, anticipated to see his reaction.

She knocks on the door a couple of times before she hears a "go away, Louis. I'm busy."

"Um...Zayn, it's me." She spoke softly.

There was silence for about two seconds when he spoke up. "One second!"

"What the fuck?!" Louis exclaimed, looking at Cecilia with wide eyes, only making her smile.

It was about a minute later when Zayn opened the door, his shirt now mixed with the colors brown and blue as his hair was matted down, surprisingly suiting him. (Note the sarcasm when she thinks "surprisingly").

"Don't you want to eat?" She asks him. Yeah Cecilia, that's the first thing you say to him when he opens the door, idiot.

"Um, yeah sure." He replies, shooting her a quick smile.

The rest of their breakfast didn't really consider of them communicating because really, Louis and Niall were doing all the talking.

"So, does everyone in Ireland wear green?" Louis asks him, making everyone but Niall look at him in disbelief.

"Not when I was around, complete bullshit I'll tell ya' that." Niall replied.

But Zayn wasn't really interested in their conversation as he was looking at Cecilia. He couldn't help but look at every detail in her face from her forehead to her small chin and chubby cheeks (which only seemed to be chubby in the morning).

But every time he looked at her, he couldn't help but compare her to Perrie. He's completely shocked as to why he would be attracted to someone who looked the exact opposite of Perrie. (Not that Cecilia wasn't beautiful, but she was different from Perrie.)

But then again, maybe that's what attracted him the most.

But it doesn't matter. He thought. This is why you can't even think about being attracted to her. All you do is compare her to Perrie. You think she wants to be compared to someone who's dead, her whole life?

"Earth to Zayn." Harry waved his hand in front of Zayn's face, startling him.

"H-huh?"

"Mate, what's gotten into you? You've been zoning out alot."