Over Exposure: A Zayn Malik Fanfic

Chapter one:

It's perfect outside. The sunrays are beaming through the crystals I hang on my willow tree creating many whimsical dancing rainbows. The wind is ever so gently pushing my clothes to hug me a little tighter and the grass just tall enough to hide my wandering fingertips. I couldn’t help but think about this past week. This boy, he was something special. I moved to England from a dinky little town in the middle of nowhere America just a couple weeks ago and I was finally settling in.

~Flashback~

I was walking for a mile or two from my new apartment building seeing what this small city had to offer. I catch a few young men, more like troublemakers, checking me out. I have learned from a couple regrettable memories to just take it as a complement and keep walking. I nod at them and carry on. Then this adorable little teashop caught my eye. In America all we had were coffee shops and fast food restaurants. I walk in, my senses were over whelmed by the sweet-herbal aroma in the air, the multitude of couches and chuckling people, and the laid back ambiance. This was my teashop. I took a load off and sat down with my tea. I felt so at home despite my being in a whole other country than the rest of my family. I spent a couple hours there just taking in all of differences, and uploading some pictures I took previously on my professional grade camera to my old school laptop. In this world priorities must be taken, and photography defiantly came first. After my tea was gone and all the pictures were uploaded I headed home. The sun was sliding fast down the gorgeous England sky, so I picked up my pace just to realize I forgot my cell phone at the teashop. “Ugh, just my luck.” I grumble to myself. I rush back and I find that this boy had it in his hand. I prance over to him quickly and brush up next to him.

 “Nice find mate! Are you going to sell it or what?” he looked at me first with surprise then a hint of playfulness sparked in his eyes.

“I was going to find its owner and give it back, but now I feel as though I should keep it,” he said with a wink. I held out my hand and he placed it in my palm.

“Kathryn.” I said holding out my hand

“Zayn, a pleasure.” I looked at him not even aware of what my face was doing, all I could think now was, this guy is perfect. He chuckled; I guess he was aware of my face. “Are you alright love?” Apparently my whole face was stretched out like a tight canvas and my mouth in an open smirk. How could I not notice such a massive expression?

“Yeah, I am fantastic, I just…my first impression of you was different.” I said whilst giggling and playing with my fingers.

“Is that so? How do I come across?” he said confidently with one eyebrow up with a corresponding smirk. I chuckled.

“Well,” I glance outside, “oh my…shoot! I’m so sorry, I have to walk across town to get home and it’s getting a bit dark, I better go.” He looks at me and winks.

“I can give you a ride home if you’d like.” I’m excited; this extremely attractive man wants to take me home! I try to play it cool.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to be a bother…I could always wa...” he cuts me off and reassures me that he offered and wants to continue speaking to me. We talked for a bit and he guided me to his car. It was a total muscle car. A sweet guy, with a sculpted body and a car that means business, yes, I love England. He dropped me off at my tree-engulfed apartment building.

“Thank you for the ride Zayn.” I said whilst exiting the car.

“No problem! I’ll see you around,” he shot me a wink, “seeing as you adopted my teashop.” I blushed and waved goodbye.

The next morning I wake up at 8 feeling like something was missing. I have my phone, my laptop, and my wallet…how?? How does a huge camera escape my bag without me realizing?? I jumped to conclusions that Zayn must have taken it. I pull on a high wasted skirt and tuck in a button up shirt and throw on some combat boots and head to my door. Then I hear a buzz from the entrance communicator. I push the talk button:

“Hello?”

“Kathryn, it’s Zayn you forgot your camera in my car last night, can I come up?” Panicking I take off my boots and clean up the clothes I had previously tossed on the floor.

“Sure come on up.” I buzzed him in. In no time he was knocking on my door. I open up the door and Zayn is there with his hands behind his back. I can’t help but to smile, he looks to be such a bad boy, but look at him with all his manners.

“Come in won’t you.” I motion him in and chuckle to myself. He strolls in and I notice that he is hiding something from me. I’m naturally curious but I felt the need to explain my barren walls and lack of décor.

“I haven’t finished unpacking yet.” I look at him to try to see what he was thinking. He just looked at me grinning. I realize he hadn’t said a word since he came in, and it freaked me out a little.

“Zayn, are you alright?” he reached into his stuffed jacket and brought out flowers. But these weren’t just any flowers but my favorite flowers, begonias and Ixoras. How did he know? These flowers are hard to get a hold of, not to mention aren’t cheap!

“Zayn!” I run to him grab the flowers and hug him. 

“I knew you would like them,” he looked at me almost as if he was relived “to tell you the truth, Kat, I’ve been holding my breath till I saw your reaction.

“You didn’t have to! These are amazing! You’re amazing!” I was in awe.

“I felt like I owed it to you..” I looked at him skeptically. “Why?”

“I-I looked through your photos.” A glint of fear flashed in his eyes. “ I’m so sorry, I had no business..” He's addorable when he's shy! I am the new girl; he’s the incredibly attractive native English man. He has the authority, but he's not too powerful, or confident, not a total a ring leader like all my past boy friends This was new for me. He seemed to care a lot more than all of them combined. Maybe this is what I need.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it sweet heart, I would have forgiven you even without the flowers. By the way, how did you know these were my favorites? I have a large variety of flowers on here.” He looked at me; I could see the confidence breaking through.

“I just knew.” He added a wink “You have some true talent behind the lense!”

“Thank you, it’s a passion.” Before we knew it was midday. How is life so easy with Zayn? Flirting and being dorky me just felt normal in his company. Had we really spent all this time talking about photography and flowers? He had to run off to work but he left his number.

The next day we strolled around the other strip of town, he showed me his favorite places and least favorite. I couldn’t stop smiling; Zayn was such a genuine guy. From day one we haven’t had one awkward moment. I was starting to really care for him.

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