Things Happen For a Reason (Zayn Malik\Harry Styles)

Our Project

"Hey babe." Zayn said walking up the hall. "Hi." I said, pecking him on the lips.

Me and Zayn have been dating for almost six months now. Apparently in school, we were the "ideal" couple. Mostly everyone wanted to have our relationship for many reason that I dont know about. Most of the people want to be like us because Zayn was one of the popular guys at school. Before we even knew eachother, he was always hanging out with his friends.

When we first met, its like he changed into a different guy. He was very quiet and mysterious, like he was shy. I still never knew why though, I guess guys are like that sometimes.

I aslo lost two of my best friends, Emily and Nikki. We always did everything togther, but then Zayn came into the picture. Im not blaming Zayn for ruining our friendship, but I do miss them. A lot. I always see them in the the hallways at school. I try to be nice and smile, but they turn the backs to me. But thats what bitches do, right?

Also, when me and Zayn started dating, my father died. It was very hard for my mother and especially me. My father was practically my life when I was younger, but I guess things happen for a reason. A couple months after, my mother didnt want me no more because I reminded her of my dad. She said. "Natalie, I cant live with you no more. You remind me of your father. Your going to live with Aunt Martha for now. I still love you, but Im sorry."

I havent heard from her since, and I rarely see my Aunt Martha. Her and my Uncle are always on buisness trips, so Im practically living by myself. I dont mind though, I can do whatever I want now.

"What classes do you have today?" Zayn asked, snaping me out of my thoughts. I quicly got out my schedule from my purse and scanned through it.

"Well, today I have history first, so the usual." I said, smiling at my words. The usual was mine and Zayn's schedule. We have all the smae classes together, but our teachers dont like it. To them, were the "chatty" ones in the class. But I dont see it.

"Alright, we better get to class then. We're already late." Zayn sighed. Im actually scared going into the classroom because Mrs. Ross is like a witch! She could look at you and then BAM! You're stone. I have a feeling that almost everyone feels that way.

We walked into the classroom to see Mrs. Ross giving us glares. Oh shit.

"Ah, of course the two love birds are five minutes late!" The teacher snapped harshly, i just rolled my eyes and gave her the same glare she gave me. "We're sorry Mrs. Ross, no need to yell." Zayn shot back, gripping my hand tighter. We heard 'Oohs' and 'Ahhs' all around the classroom, but we ignored it.

"Sit down." She hissed, narrowing her eyes at me. What the hell did I do? I didnt even say anything and now she's giving me dirty looks? Yeah, because that makes sense.

"Natalie, you're frustrated. Whats wrong?" Zayn whispered across from me. I grabbed a piece of paper from my notebook and started writing on it.

'The teacher is giving me dirty looks. Like I didnt even do anything. She's a bitch.'

I threw the paper over to him when Mrs. Ross wasnt looking. I saw him write a couple of words till he threw it back to me.

'I know, just ignore it. Shes just a hormonal 55 year old woman that probally lives with 20 cats and is forever alone.'

This time I bursted out in laughter and all eyes were on me. Dammit.

"Mrs. Jones. Whats going on?" She replied harshly, again. I cleared my throat and made my face straight. "Um, Im sorry Mrs. Ross. It wont happen again." I said, forcing a fake smile. I think she noticed this becasue she rolled her eyes and scoffed. Well then.

I look back over to Zayn and shrugged my shoulders. He gave me a warning look like, 'I would stop.' I just smiled and turned back around.

About fifteen minutes into class, Mrs. Ross finally spoke. "Alright children, you and a partner will do an assignment on any person you idolize, your role model, or anyone. It will be due in 2 weeks. Get to work!" She exclaimed, pointing around the room. When she got to me, she just rolled her eyes. Whatever.

"So what person do you want to do?" I asked turning to Zayn. He put on his weird thinking face that always made me laugh everytime.

"Oh, I got it!" He exclaimed happily. I just motioned him to go on. "Who?" He smiled really big this time.

"Simon Cowell!"