Idol (Zayn Malik)

Chapter seventy-two - Swinging it

And I wish I was a camera sometimes

So I could take your picture with my mind

Put it in a frame for you to see

How beautiful you really are to me

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Do you know that some clothes have an effect in some people and they end up looking hotter than usual?

Did you think that Zayn Malik was a 100/10?

WELL you haven't seen him in polo and chinos.

And I mean the current Zayn Malik in polo and chinos, not the 2010 Zayn Malik.

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

So, for starters: I couldn't actually talk. 

Although I knew that it was my brother's clothing, it seemed as they had been made for Zayn.

Zayn got out of Chace's room wearing some tan chinos and a fucking sexy light blue polo that somehow complimented his skin and made him look more than the God that he resembles to.

You get me? Like, there's only one word that could describe my state of mind the minute I saw my boyfriend (Ya jealous bitches?)

HEAVEN.

So, I'd like to say some words:

THANK YOU CHACE FOR MAKING MY BOYFRIEND EVEN HOTTER OH MY HELL GOD, HOW WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE.

And when I thought that that was it, he smiled. 

Yes, smiled. 

And I fell even more for him (is that even possible?) 

I loved how fucking insecure he sometimes looked, even though he was a God. He was perfect, no matter where you saw it from, yet, he hadn't the self esteem that should come with it.

"You look stunning, babe" Zayn looked at me as I got out with my Lilly Pulitzer skirt and pink polo. I think it's safe to say that he got me out of a trance. I giggled awkwardly, as if I was the little freshmen that had just been approached by the high school's quarterback.

"Sure thing" I rolled eyes, still drooling for his eyes. "I'm not the star here" I lowered my tone as I grabbed my phone from the counter. I could hear him giggle from behind me.

"You're always the star, babe" He hugged me from behind, to then kiss my head. 

"Looking nice, little sis" Chace suddenly busted into the living room. Funny enough,  he was wearing the same look Zayn was, only that his polo was peach-colored.

"You're basically twins!" I contorted as I eyed them both, making them clash fists.

Did I mention how much I love that Zayn and Chace were friends now?

Well, I LOVE it.

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Zayn's POV

Astrid wasn't kidding when she said that her family was preppy.

Now, there are some things (or better said, many things) that I have learned to know about Astrid since I arrived in America.

She has money, yeah, and I am aware that she started with the same thing everyone says that "I have more money". 

Not to be arrogant, but it may be so, and I understand what it is to have everything you may want by just asking for it. However, I wasn't born in a place nearly as wonderful as Astrid was.