Hey, beautiful. What Direction? *A Zayn Malik Fanfiction*

Embarrassed?

“OMG!YES!” I smile back; this was interesting. I mean, Niall could have gotten anyone and there were way prettier girls, not saying that Michelle wasn’t pretty but I thought Niall would be the type that prefers you know – girly girls, ones who love make-up and fashion and stuff.

“I can’t believe it!” I say.

“I know! God. This is amazing.. but.. what should I… wear? And.. what if I..”She stutters, confused.

“Hey! Don’t worry.” I laugh. “Come around tomorrow night and we’ll decide. But for now, I think we should actually go inside our class because everyone’s waiting and staring at us.”

“Oh.” We hurriedly scamper into class.

Oh no.

Mr.Hunk is there. Oh no. Oh no.  OH NO.

He looks at me and the edge of his mouth corners and turns into a wide smile, which disappears in almost as quick time as it arrived.

I look around for another seat, anywhere but not next to him. There are only two seats, next to him: one in front of him and one next to him. There are no other seats. “Well? You going to seat down now somewhere or not?” The teacher glares at us.

Michelle smiles at me and then scarpers over to the seat next to him because that’s further away and she can text Niall.

So I have to sit in front of Mr.Hunk. Weird. I don’t even know his name.

Our teacher starts doing the register.

“Michelle Hopkins?”

No answer.

“Michelle?”

“Ooooh! Yes, miss!” She replies.

After a few names, I hear Mr.Hunk reply to his name. Zayn Malik.

Woah.

“Jessica Simmons?”

“Yes, miss!” I cry.

She teaches for a bit. Nothing happens.

Then she says:  “Okay, class, turn to face the person behind you. You will need to read chapters 4-7 together and make some detailed notes regarding fertilisation.”

Groan.

I turn around and we do the work.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t make any comments throughout chapters 4,5 and 6.

Then we come to chapter 7.

“O..K.. You wanna read this?” I shrug, he hasn’t done anything till now, he probably won’t attempt anything later either. I read the chapter and he makes me stop at a bit to ‘write something down’.

“You know. I can fertilise you too.” He smirks, expecting a reaction.

I don’t say anything.

“Okay class – chapter 8 please, detailed notes to be made as homework!” Our teacher says as we leave class.

I go to my locker and find Michelle waiting for me.

“Hey J! I’m just gonna go and you know.. umm.. fill my waterbottle?” It comes out as a question and not a statement.

“Okay, have fun with Niall.” I smile, knowing she’s just lying to spend time with him.

As I get my books out for Geography (next lesson), I hear someone crash against the lockers. Frightened, I jump.

“Jumpy just seeing me, eh?”

“Zayn. Get lost.”

“Why?”

“Because-“

“See you tomorrow night at 8. Don’t refuse. You don’t know what I can do to you.”

“But..” I blush as he touches my cheek.

“Embarrassed?” He says. “You shouldn’t be.”