He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 3: Zayn was it?

Most of the words I can't make out, but apparently the ridiculously hot guy is Zayn Malik, Jawaad's older brother. Coming to pick up Jawaad.

Obviously. How did I not think of that.

As I hear the door closing, I wait a minute, and then I go downstairs to my family, acting like I don't know who it was at the door.

- "I heard someone by the door. Who was that?" I ask, faking a confused look towards my mum.

- "That was Zayn, Mrs. Malik's older son. He picked up Jawaad," she replies, giving my dad a strange look that I can't read. Maybe he was rude or something.

I go back upstairs, as I see a black car driving past our house- the same one I saw the day we moved in. Inside the car I make out the silhouette of a quiff. Zayn Malik.

Are you kidding me.

- "Sorry 'bout that" I quote him, copying his northern accent, as I make my way upstairs again.

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School is tomorrow, and Lucas and I are bored. As we have nothing else to do, we decide to go grocery shopping, since both our parents are at work.

Already at the entrance I spot Zayn Malik standing by the checkout. He is no longer wearing his leather jacket, as it is a hot day, but a T-shirt with some logo on the front that I don't recognize. My eyes run over his slim but toned body, and I take in the way he is standing there slightly slouching, making him look bored and carefree. I notice that one of his slim, pale arms is completely covered in tattoos, all the way from the wrist to the elbow.

He uses his inked arm to pay for 3 packs of cigarettes, and then he turns around facing me and my brother still standing near the entrance. He doesn't seem to notice us.

-"Hey, Zayn!" my brother waves at him, and he looks over his shoulder, confused. Then he waves back - a tiny wave - still as if he's bored somehow. 

I realize again, that I am staring.

As he makes his way towards us, I suddenly get all self conscious. I should have worn more make-up, and my hair, is it really that bad?

-"Hey," he says rather monotonically and then he finally looks into my eyes, with his own big hazel puppy ones, as my stomach involuntarily takes a tumble. Those eyes are seriously so beautiful.

"You must be.." he thinks for a second, or maybe he is just teasing. "..Zoe Fray, nice meeting you,". Again I notice his strong accent. Sexy.

He looks at me, waiting for me to say something.  

Oh! I think, as I realize that I haven't replied yet.

"You too. Zayn was it?" I say as I mentally high five myself for sounding casual.

He nods and makes a hand motion towards the exit saying he's in a hurry. As he makes his way out, he turns around, a quirky grin playing on his lips.

- "Sorry I made you all wet,"

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