Just a minute (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Dinners, Confessions and First kiss

A/N: The picture above is Ashley's. Hailee steinfeld.

*One month later*

It's so tough to go out with my friends. And by friends, I mean the One Direction boys.

I am an extremly shy introvert and being the not-so-popular girl at school, I never made many friends. All day either I used to read, study or chill with my siblings, Harry and his sister Gemma.

The ones I did, though, were over after school. Why, you ask? Because it is better to be alone than have fake people around you.

Back to my real friends, all the time either the fans or the paparazzi or much worse, both of them are around the boys. Success has downfalls as well.

I refuse to hang out with them when they are free, though that is very rare as they have got promotions of their album to do. I do so because I don't like being around the media and in the newspaper.

BUT I AM SO BORED NOW!

It's weekend and the lads are not able to come over, obviously. I do understand their situation but still, boredom is a bitch.

To prevent myself from getting swallowed by the deepest pits of boredom, I sat in my room and read Infinity by Eishita Misra.

(A/N: That's my book. Buy it on Amazon!!)

I felt someone's stare burning into me. Subconscious mind is a good detective.

All the creepy, stalker and horror movies came into my head.

Who knows there maybe a ghost looking at me? Oh my God! Conjuring!

Slowly yet cautiously I looked up, only to meet a pair of familiar brown eyes. "Jesus! Zaynie what's wrong with you? You scared the shit out of me!" It was Zayn Malik, leaning at the door frame staring at me and scaring me badly.

Very badly.

He sat next to me, his melodious laughter filling in the air, "I was trying to scare you. And bingo! I'm successful." I rolled my eyes at the idiot in front of me.

"Didn't you have work today? I called up Liam to ask for a hang out plan. He said you fellas are busy." I kept my book in the space between us.

"I told Li to do so." I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "Ash let's go for a dinner! Indian author? E-i-s-h-i-t-a Eishita. Nice name!" Zayn said in a casual manner and I rolled my eyes at the speed with which he can switch topics.

"Mr. Malik, I guess you have lost your brain. Oh wait, you never had one." He glared at me.

"You are in a boy band. You have millions of fans and those annoying paparazzi after you. You know I hate their attention because I don't wanna be in the newspaper tomorrow." I said pointing at the newspaper kept next to my bed, that had a photo of Liam and Zayn's older sister, Doniya, having lunch.

There was a fake news attatched to it about how Liam was cheating on his girlfriend with Doniya.

But no.
Zayn would kill the boys if they think of dating his sisters.

"I have dinner for us booked on the top of a building with locked doors. Neither the paparazzi are allowed, nor the fan girls!" He said in a I-am-so-awesome attitude.

Typical Zayn.

"What? You didn't...you did? Why me?" I was quite shocked and impressed, to be honest.

"Because I want you to be happy." He said, and instantly I blushed.

"Okay fine! Let me change, I'm not going in shorts and t-shirt. Oh and, fancy or normal?" I asked him while getting up from the bed.