Is This Really Love? (One Direction, Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Chapter 5

I stared at this man's face. There was something eerie about it, but I couldn't figure out what. I awkwardly stared at his face for at least ten seconds before he smiled and apologized again. Right, I clumsily face-palmed the street in front of a guy who smelled of posh cologne and broke my Kindle. The usual.

"Oh, hi" I said embarrassed. He offered me his hand, I wasn't sure if it was to shake or to help me stand up so I did both. So smooth. I forgot that I was still on the floor. With this guy's help I stood up. Oh wow, not ready to stand up yet. I was slowly leaning in to this guys chest but not in a romantic way unfortunately. Mayday, April going down. I felt the ground move around me and the trees spin. This was not good. I yelped as I almost fell to the ground once more, but not just yet. This skinny guy grabbed me before I had the chance to face-palm the hard concrete once again. With his arms he steadied me against his chest. I didn't move fore a while, afraid of standing straight and facing the cold concrete against my nose once again. 

Once certain the dizziness had faded I looked up. He was actually gorgeous. Green eyes, long hair and a really fucking strong jawline. Damn. The word London was almost stamped against his forehead though, which didn't exactly count as a flaw. 

Leaving my hormones aside, I stood up straight and managed to properly shake his hand.

"Hi, I'm April, thanks about that. I'm also sorry you had to hear my foul mo-"

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE BLEEDING" He shouted. His eyes were about to pop from his head. I on the other side, was totally calm. I didn't feel a thing actually. Clearly this guy didn't have Eli as a brother, the infamous I-can-break-every-bone-in-my-body-in-one-year Eli, with the record of accidents in all America. I was used to blood. Freaky, I know.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. It's probably nothing" I touched my face trying to find the source of the blood. 

"Look, I live with four other blokes, I know when a cut is bad. And this-" He motioned to my left eyebrow, "Is pretty bad". He took my face in his hands and examined. I could bet ten dollars that this guy didn't have a clue about what he was doing, but honestly his hands were warm and I was freezing, so I let him. 

"You should go inside and clean the wound, maybe without all the blood it isn't so terrible and I am just overreacting" but his face said the opposite thing. It was really bad, the thing is, I couldn't feel a thing. But from experience I could tell in a few minutes I would be shouting for my mom. If indeed it was that bad.

"I would love to, but I just moved in and I still haven't got the keys" I said touching my face. Still amazed of my ability of not feeling the cut, if I could be like this in relationships then my life would be a whole lot more easier.

"Oh, all right then. To my flat it is. Don't worry love, it's just across the street" I was tempted to go with the flow and not doubt this man or the fact that he might end up being a very pretty serial killer, after all he did have kind eyes. But I didn't, instead I opened my mouth and as usual, I let the words flow without filtering them first.

"I appreciate your offer but you know, you don't know me and I don't know you. Plus, you are inviting me in to your flat. I don't mean to judge your mum's raising abilities but I think she never taught you the no talking to strangers rule. Let alone, don't invite total strangers into your flat rule, that I just made up" He actually laughed at this, full teeth, dimple-exposing laugh, and that my friends, made me smile.  

"Actually you are not a stranger, I know a whole big deal about you" He said with a knowing smile.

"Oh really?"

"Your name is April, you live in this gigantic black building, you read a lot, you swear a lot and you have really long brown hair, as far as I can tell" I couldn't help but laugh. With every word the thought of this boy being a serial killer took a step back into my mind.

Well, fuck it. I'm doing this. I didn't fly all the way to London just to study, you know.

I liked him, he seemed nice and funny and not at all a psychopath. Extra point there. At some point without saying a word, I gave away my decision because he said. "Well, follow me" and crossed the street.

***

I used to think that there was nothing worst in the world than an awkward silence in a first date, today, I proved myself wrong. We were in the lift and this curly dude lived on the top floor, we had at least two minutes of silence. Which, I didn't put to waste. I stalkerishly stared at his face for a whole minute. Waiting for that epiphany to happen, or something to spark that recognition that seemed so familiar with this guy's face. Nada. Stupid brain. 

But then, between the elevator music, him biting the inner of his thumb -clearly a nervous tick- and the sound of the lift arriving to the top floor, it hit me. But not in a classy, gracefully way where you gasp lightly and pretend you didn't notice. It hit me like a goddamned fire truck with fifty fireman inside. He was already getting off the lift, when those curls, those eyes, those sharp features came linked with a name. 

HARRY FUCKING STYLES!

Good job brain, finally one you can do. Unbelievable, from all the city of London, I had to face-palm in front of the very famous and talented Harry Styles. Well, I'll be damned.

I gasped rather loudly and started laughing at myself. No wonder I don't have that many friends. Harry turned around with a mixture of confusion, amazement and shock. Close your mouth Harry Styles, I am the one finding out that I'm about to enter Harry Style's flat. How could I be so stupid? How didn't I realize? It's the only thing my friends talk about for fuck's sake, "Harry Styles and his abs". 

"Jesus Christ, I finally know who you are!" I grinned at him. "Took you long enough" Captain Cocky said. I'm sorry my brain didn't function correctly your majesty. But I laughed anyway, for all that's worth I'm sharing a lift with Harry Styles. If Olivia found out... she would scream so hard that it would make the mute people deaf and the deaf people deafer. 

My brain was processing this slowly in my head. Harry just stared at me amused. Well curls don't flatter yourself, I'm not fangirling silently (luckily). I can't imagine this situation being more weird. WAIT A MINUTE. This fucker broke my Kindle. And as usual, without measuring or thinking my words, the first thing I said was: "You owe me  a fucking Kindle"

*DING* The door opens and I saw two huge white doors. Guessing by the level of classiness this place had, I could say that this is where boyband singer Harry Styles and his "blokes" lived and by guessing by "blokes" that means... OH SHIT. Zayn may be or may not be inside these doors. I was actually fanglrling at that point. 

He smiled, a very dimpled smile and chuckled. "That. Is quite true. I'm sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going" he motioned for me to follow him inside. The moment of truth. Is Zayn SexGod Malik in there or not?

"Ah, I'm just kidding, it was already cracked anyways" I said walking past him, earning a laugh from Harry.  

A/N:

Hey, so thank you again, I know it's hard to keep up because i change it all the time so I unpublished everything and I am rewriting it again. Hopefully when I read it again in a few years I won't be thinking it sucked and it was poorly written like it happened to this one. Sorry again and thank you for your patience. I promise, it's worth it. I attached a picture of Liv Tyler who I think in this picture looks really like my April. Mysterious, oddly pretty, careless, a bit of a badass. This is an idea, of course you can picture her as you like.

Thank you!

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