Falling (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 1

I wake up to the sound of The Weeknd ringing on my phone at 100%. Alright than, I guess the weekend is over. Dear Lord, Please put your arm around me today and your hand over my mouth.

I struggle myself up from the bed and crawl to the bathroom silently. I look in the mirror to Grudge looking back at me. See guys? These are the reasons Tumblr always says not to see girls when They wake up on Monday. You get my point?

I do my morning do's and slip into a White 'SWAG' top and black skinny jeans. I comb out knots from my long brunette tresses and glance in the mirror with an approving look.

I've never actually been ugly. I was hot and I knew it. Some of It I knew on my own and Half of it was the courtesy of the stares I used to receive from Hell hole. Who likes school right? Not that I hate it so much but who likes school right? Being the only daughter of Mr.'I am so rich I shower in gold', I had the couldn't atleast worry about School. All they teach in school is How to cope up with the world and I have almost graduated it in my Sophomore years, so yeah.

Still waiting to go to Uni.

I head down the elegant staircase, I've admired since I was a kid, I see Dad's face shoved into a Newspaper and Mom sitting on the dining table, Topping the blue berry pancakes.

Blue berry pancakes are like, a super power for Mondays. They give me strength to survive all the bullshit for the next five days.

I greet them as they return the gesture formally and I shove my food into my mouth, and immediately leave for school. I usually walk as It is a block down there. Not that I wasn't proud of all the loaded lockers in the bank of ours, but I never really liked to show it off by going to school in a Lamborghini and wearing Jimmy Choo or something like that. Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

When I arrive, Two of my best friends were already standing in the hallway like everyday as I high-five them.

"Hey bitch!"

"Sup Bitches?" We both laugh at our awkward greetings. Say hello to my other halves,Bella and Ruby!

"Hey today your man's not here?" I asked Ruby.

Ruby has been with Tristan for a while. More than she remains with a guy. Tristan was sweet. Tristan was not sweet. You get me? He was one of the hottest Jocks. Probably the hottest of the Jocks. Sweet Blonde Hair slicked to the side with Soft Blue Eyes. Lips always red and Accent British-American. He was Perfect for her, But the thing I am not sure about yet that Is she perfect for him? Something was unusual between them, which I couldn't figure out yet.

"He is sick" She simply replied, her tone sad and eyes dull.

We all had boyfriends, But our types definitely held Major Differences. Unlike Ruby, Bella was into The Rockstars. The charming Lead dancer of East High, Ady Nessman, was Truly Madly Deeply into Bella. Jet black glittering eyes and Cheekbones and Jawline carved by god himself. Bella was perfect for him, But the thing I am not sure about yet is that he was perfect for Bella?

Too many unanswered questions and we live the life like We've never been hurt.

And than there was me. Almost 98% of the Female population of East High was boiling with rage and jealousy, because of what I had but they didn't.

Alabaster-Azure evening eyes as I loose myself in those icy pools of his, for light of coarse sapphire jewels glittering beneath satin cascades. Face carved like it could slay you into two. Lips so red and possessing that Nobody could never get enough of them. Perfectly chiseled abs and Raspy accent, I fell for. He held no position, but He was the most wanted. No Jock, Neither a dancer. Kevin Somerhalder was a fighter. A fighter with a face of a fallen angel.

But that's what they see. Thats what they think. In reality, He was Son of a ungrateful fucking bitch. It was just one mistake that led me to what I am suffering from today. Kevin Somerhalder is a blackmailer. Kevin Somerhalder is a bitch.

"Anna!" Bella shouted/whispered, making me flinch out of my daydream as I saw her pointing towards the main gate of the hallway I earlier came in from.

That's when I smelled World War 3 about to take place between the Female population of East High. In enters Jesus himself.

We didn't say a word. Nobody did. We just stared at the perfection that was walking inside. I am not God, But I know an Angel when I see it. He came near us and stopped right infront of me as He bited the tip of his lip like he was nervous. Jet black messy quiff, still styled to perfection. His eyes reminded me of the old barn door, flecks of deep brown married with lighter hues, so much strength remaining despite the years of weathering, so much life. Like a creamy chocolate brown that makes me feel warm inside. I've never seen a true beauty until today, Mind me if I go all Shakespeare on you guys but He was worth it.

He was in formal clothing, A light Blue checkered shirt from which the abs and muscles begged to be freed and black skin jeans with a Azure Necktie.

And then, He spoke.

A/N: POW! Cliffhanger!! *sobs silently in the corner*

So My name is Anoshay but They call me Anna. This is my first attempt on a Fanfiction which hopefully seems to turn out well. I hope you all are ready with some exta Holy Water, Party Poppers and Tissues as it is not what you think it is so far, It completely away from your expectations.

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I am giving a shoutout to the First comment.Next chapter I bet will be more interesting.

All the love xX