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No Title Needed {Ziall} PART ONE

(Every one looks like how they do in the picture. I thought of this in Spanish class. We worked with partners sooooo...)

Zayn's POV

Thursday

In science class we are about to given the names of the person we will be working on a project with. The teacher read a few pairs before I heard my name.

"Zayn Malik and Niall Horan." Who's that? I have never heard that name before. Oh well. "Okay class get with your partners and start talking about how you want to do this project. I will be coming around the room, hopefully I'll encounter some intelligent conversations." The teacher ordered.

I could only assume that the bleached blonde guy walking towards me was 'Niall' and my assumption was proven correct when he sat next to me and said, "Hello, Zayn." I nodded my head at him.

"So, um, how do you want to build this. I mean, I know how to show the layers of the Earth with play-dough, but I think the teacher wants more than that." He said.

"Yeah is says here," I pointed at the directions on the paper with the assignment on it, "that the model must be at least 25 centimeters. So a play-dough model would be too small. Luckily, I know how to make a paper mache model."

"That's a good idea, but it would take a few days to make right?" I nodded and he continued, "So where would we do this?"

"Well, I have an art room at my house so we could do it there?" I suggest. He nodded.

"Why don't I give you my phone number and we can figure out when we'll start the project?"

"Okay." I said. He wrote his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "I guess I talk to you later." The bell rang, dismissing us from the class.

LATER

"Mum, I'm home!" I yelled as I closed the door behind me.

"I'm in the living room, Hun." I slipped my shoes off, hung my coat up, and dropped my backpack down onto the floor near my shoes.

"Hi, mum." I said and kissed her on the cheek then sat next to her on the couch. "Is it okay if I invite someone from school over tomorrow to work on a project?" I ask.

"Of course. What's their name?"

"His name is Niall. Niall Horan." I said. My Mum's eyes widened. "What?"

"You said Niall Horan right?" I nodded. "So the Horan's decided to move back. That's so great!" She exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I guess you were too young to remember. You and Niall were best friends. You even told me once that you were going to marry Niall and have children with him. You loved him so much and were so devastated when he had to move back to Ireland."

I blushed deeply. It would be lying if I said I didn't still find Niall attractive. What, with his ocean blue eyes, dyed blonde hair with just the right amount of brown roots, little button nose, adorable freckles on the side of his face, soft looking lips, and perfect accent that makes me want to listen to everything he's thinking. Yeah, you can say that I have a small crush him.

Oh, did I mention I'm bisexual? Well I am.

"Have you invited him over yet?" My mom asked. I shook my head and took my phone out of my back pocket along with the piece of paper with Niall's number on in.

Hey, Niall. It's Zayn.
Read 4:37 pm

Hi! So when do you think we should start the project?