Midnight • (Zayn Malik)

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"Um, I didn't know what kind of cheese you like so I hope this is okay," Zain told me absently as he came back into his room.

The beating of my heart almost made it hard to understand him. I could hear the faint sound of glass shards being swept up and even when the sound stopped I couldn't bring myself to come out of the bathroom. The image of the mystery girl sitting on the curb of some wet street with a cigarette between her red painted lips burned in my mind. She was dark and intriguing and reminded me a lot of someone else I knew. It was no wonder he fell for her. I started to tug at the freshly cut strands of hair on top of my head and thinking it was nothing to the way her long, glossy, dark brown hair shined in the photo. Everything about her could be compared to me and she would always win. Her eyes a brighter blue, her smooth skin a warm caramel, her lips fuller, eyelashes longer...

I had never felt so completely and utterly plain.

I know comparison kills but I couldn't help it. She was everything Zain could ever want and there was no way he would ever forget about her to be with me. I didn't care if I was being ridiculous or pitying myself. It felt like the complete and utter truth.

"Luna, you okay? You didn't like pass out or anything in there did you?" he sort of laughed to himself as he talked to me from behind the door.

"Yeah, no I'm fine... there was just a piece of glass in my shoe and I cut my finger on it," I lied then realized that my finger wasn't actually bleeding.

In a stupid attempt to make me believable, I bit the pad of my finger until it bled. It stung a little but I would be okay, I tended to tolerate physical pain pretty well. I tucked the short strands of my hair behind my ear, smiling at how light and weird it felt to push back less hair. Walking back out of the bathroom my smile was short lived when I saw the picture of the girl tucked haphazardly in the back pocket of Zain's jeans.

"What's wrong?" Zain asked when he turned around and noticed my expression.

I quickly smiled, "Nothing, just hungry, is all."

He pushed his tongue up against his teeth in a smile and presented the sandwich he made for me. I shook my head at him and sat down on his bed to eat it. To my surprise, it was actually pretty good. Not that it was too hard to make a good sandwich it just was different than what I usually made myself.

"Thanks," I said with my mouth full, "for all this," I pointed a finger in a circle around my head.

"Yeah, whatever," Zain rolled his eyes, "the more I look at you with that hair the more badass you seem."

I laughed and almost choked on my food, "So I'm a badass now?" I smirked.

"Seem," he pointed out.

"Yeah, whatever," I smiled smugly.

Zain smiled and shook his head before he absently watched me as I finished my sandwich. I was sort of eating slow because I didn't want to seem like a pig but also maybe because I didn't exactly want to go back home yet. Though Zain's compliment was only a half one, each time it replayed in my head it blurred out the image of the mysterious girl on the curb. I smiled at my full stomach and flopped back onto his bed. For some weird reason it was much more comfortable than mine, even though mine was some expensive plush mattress with every kind of luxurious padding you could think of. Maybe it was just because it was Zain's bed. I felt Zain's converse kicking against my white Adidas. I propped my head up when I put my hands behind it.

"Do you skateboard at all, or have you?" he asked, still kicking my shoe with his.

I raised my brow, "When I was younger but not really anymore."