•CHAPTER 4- Surprises Part II
*(ZAYN'S POV)*
I was still mesmerized by how beautiful this girl was. I didn't even hold myself back from staring at her as she started to talk. I don't think she even noticed, anyway. "Thank you for your help. I'm sorry for acting like a total asshole." "Oh, it's ok." Honestly, she could have been acting like the biggest bitch alive and I wouldn't notice, but I was glad she wasn't. "You need some more help carrying that stuff to your apartment? I mean, I don't even see how you were carrying all that in the first place." She smiled dazzlingly. "No thanks, I'm good." "Oh, ok." I wasn't going to lie, I was a little disappointed. I didn't think I just wanted to get laid, she wasn't that type of girl. But I definitely wanted to get to know her better. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Zayn. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to sleep." I laughed. She was so cute. "Ok, see ya." I hoped so. As I rounded the corner, I had a sudden urge to see her again. I turned around, but she was almost inside her flat building. I sighed, still a little shocked that a girl could have such an impression on me in such little time. I mean, of course she was incredibly gorgeous, but there was something about her. Her eyes looked as though she could see straight through me, but the funny thing is, I liked it.
When I got back to Harry's friend's flat, he was waiting for me on the couch. "Where were you? I was worried sick! I didn't think about going after you because I know you sometimes need those walks, but I was about to." "Sorry, Hazza. I just needed some air." He looked at me suspiciously. "You sure it was just air. You look as though you've taken in more than just that." I laughed, realizing what he meant. "No, Harry, I'm not high." "Ok... but I still think something more happened to you than just a good walk." A grin spread onto my face, thinking back. "Aha! I knew it! Shag number one, down!" I stared at him. "No, I did NOT sleep with anyone, Harry." I was still smiling. "But I did meet someone." "Oooh, Zaynster, tell me more! Was she hot?" I eyed him. Sometimes, this boy. "Yes, Haz, she was hot. But she was more than that... she was... hypnotizing." Harry chuckled. "Always the deep one, you are." "Well, as glad as I am how much I amuse you, I am off to bed now. I'm exhausted." "Night, lovebug!", Harry called. I rolled my eyes.
When I woke up the next day, I felt so well rested. I took a shower, put on some clothes, and did my hair. I was so glad my hair was back to its usual quiff. It had taken me forever to grow it back since I had been experimenting with it for about a year and a half. I had just recently got the blonde streak put back in it too, but it was more of a whitish blonde this time. As I went into the kitchen, Harry was already done eating. "Done with your hair yet, pretty boy? I really wanna get a head start on all these college girls before everyone else." He eyed me. "Don't worry, Harry, I don't think that you'll be having any competition." "That's probably true. Hey, are you gonna try and find that girl that you talked about last night?" "I don't know. This campus is so big." I felt kind of hopeless, just thinking of that fact right then. "Maybe she'll be in that class today." "No, I don't think so, because she said something about it being her first day yesterday, and I don't think a freshman would be in an advanced vocal class." Harry frowned. "Well, that's too bad. But keep your hopes up, man." As we headed out the door, I decided to shake last night's memory from my head. I had had lots of encounters with girls, but it didn't always mean something. But in the back of my mind I knew that this one was quite different from the rest.
We messed around most if the day, being super careful to not go around places with too many people. We heard that there were so many fans that they were going to put security in front of the building they were having this professor's class. It was crazy how quickly word spread. Oh, internet. Sometimes I wish you would just shut off for a few hours. Actually, no, I changed my mind. Don't do that. Harry got a call from his friend (her name was Dr. Stevens, I think?) saying that we needed to start over to the building before too many fans got there.
As we walked inside, I could hear the students in the class talking extremely loud. They were a good mix between boys and girls, so that was good. We hopefully wouldn't have too many fangirls in there. When we got to the door, Dr. Stevens said, "Wait here. I'm gonna introduce you guys." I heard her talking to the students. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, as you know, we have a couple special guests for you guys today. Here they are, two members of the next 'British Invasion'!" She waved for us to come in. As we stepped in, there were lots of pretty girls, but only one caught my eye, sitting right in the front of the class.
Rebecca.
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