He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 8: Be my model

Zayn finds us a seat next to each other in art, and everyone stare at us, including a group of guys who probably are friends with Zayn - even the teacher, Ms. Cole stare at us. 

She is in her 30s, her hair is dyed a bright purple color, and with all her make-up she looks like a piece of art herself. 
Feeling uncomfortable, I turn my attention to all the letters and small drawings people have scratched into the surface of the table through the years, hoping people will look away.

- "Why are they all staring?" I whisper to Zayn.

- "Because you're new," Zayn whisper back, dashing my arm to make me loosen up a bit, and I do.
Yea that must be it. - And probably because I'm sitting with him.
Out in the hallway, Harry had given me the we need to talk look, but I just followed Zayn - 'cause why shouldn't I? They wouldn't even tell me why they hated him so much.

Eventually people stop staring, and Ms. Cole teaches for awhile, and then we get told to pick a partner and do "a small photo project".

- "You and your partner go somewhere within the school - without interrupting anyone or making noise - and take 3 photos with one of your phones," she raise her dramatic eyebrows. "1 photo of one of you standing in a static position, 1 of one of you in a dynamic position, and 1 random photo. When you are done, you come back here and analyze them. Send the pictures along with your analysis to me on my e-mail when you are done. We will go through some of them in our next art lesson. That's it!"

Zayn and I find a quiet corner not far from the art room, and Zayn flips his iPhone out of his pocket.

- "Now. You be my model yea?" He says in that accent of his and smirks. I can't help but roll my eyes at his cheesy remark.
Though at the same time I can't quite stop looking at him, waiting to catch one of those extremely attractive smirks again.

- "So what do I start with? Static?" 

He nods, looking into the screen of his phone, biting his lip.
I pull my arms straight down to my sides and stand as straight and pole-like as I can, as he takes my photo.

For the next shot, I pose like I am running and I make a silly face. We both laugh but we get the photo.

- "And the random one.." his head is quickly right next to mine as he takes a selfie of us. I can't help but breathe in through my nose to inhale the smell of him. 

Our shoulders are still touching as he scrolls through the photos, his face so close to mine that I can almost feel it. The last one is quite cute actually.

Then we go back in and analyse the photos for the rest of the lesson.

I quickly learn that Zayn is quite clever - which I hadn't really expected to be honest. Or maybe he just likes art - that's probably it.

**

The minute I walk out through the door to leave the art room, I feel a hand around my wrist. Harry pulls me gently around the corner, where I meet the Louis and Niall, both facing me. 

- "Heyy wha" I manage to say before he lets go of my wrist. 

- "Sorry I didn't mean to.. But anyway we really need to talk," He looks serious. Niall not so much. He is busy eating a pack of crisps.

I follow them outside, where the sun is now up and it has stopped raining. We sit down on an old bench in the sun, that is still a bit damp from the rain, feeling like some kind of prisoner. 

- "So?" I say, a little annoyed. I know this is gonna be about Zayn already.

- "Well.. We just wan't to tell you to be careful. There are things you don't know about Zayn, Zoe. He's not as you think he is," he looks over his shoulder to make sure no one else is out here. His curls flicker in the wind.

- "He's right, you really should just stay away from him. He's nothing but trouble," Louis looks me deep into my eyes. They are blue like Nialls - who is still struggling with his pack of crisps.

- "What do you mean, like is he a criminal or what? What has he done that is so bad?" I feel a need to stand up for Zayn. He hasn't been anything but nice to me since I moved here.

- "He has done all kinds of things ..girls too! All you need to know is that he is really not a good guy. This is for your own good, we just wanna protect you," Harry's eyebrows form a narrow line and his green eyes are sparkly. I believe him when he say they just wanna protect me, but I don't understand why they can't just let me be. 

Though I can't help but feel a sting, when Harry mention that Zayn has 'done' all these girls.

Louis looks like he is just about to burst, and he looks at Harry for a moment, giving him an apologetic glance.
- "Harry is right, Zoe, he is not the guy you wanna be with. Well.. long story short, he killed someone,"





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