Through New Eyes (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: Please don't kill me :)

Val’s POV

Well this is great. My best friend decided she wants to ruin my life by asking my freaking crush questions on his behavior. Who does that?

Mel, apparently.

So the best thing to do is distract her. Mel has an overactive bladder, and tends to go about ten times within the span of three hours.

“Hey Mel, can we go to the bathroom first?” I ask her.

“Ok! I have to go anyway.” she replies.

“That’s what I was counting on.” I mumble.

We reach the bathroom and we both go in, and there is only one stall open. I tell Mel to go for it, and she quickly obliges. As soon as the lock on her door clicks, I turn around and walk out of the bathroom. I pick up my pace and walk in the opposite direction of the cafeteria and end up at the library.

Man that was close. I know Mel will be upset that I left her, but she’ll get over it in less than a nanosecond. All I have to do when she finds me later is tell her that I remembered I had to get a book from the library, and I had to hurry before the librarian went on her own lunch break.

And the best part of my decision to ditch her? I won’t be there when she questions Zayn, but I know she’ll tell me exactly what he did or said. She’s impatient, so as soon as she sees Zayn, she’ll demand to know what his problem is.

Yep, running was a smart idea.

I walk into the library and immediately go to the music section. I want to learn some harder pieces for my elective class; we’re doing pieces I’ve been playing for years now and it’s boring. I grab about five different books, and have Ms. Lindell check them out for me. She is the coolest librarian ever, and often recommends pieces for me.

“You seem happier lately. You got some boy running around here wearing your heart on his sleeve?” she asks me, causing me to blush.

“N-no. I’m just, you know. Life is life and all that.” I say, knowing I’m not making any sense.

“He’s a lucky guy, whoever he is.” she replies, a grin on her face.

“Um. Yeah, uh no. There isn’t any guy. Or girl either! I’m straight. I just, I’m single and straight.” I say, my blush getting darker and darker the more I move my mouth.

Ms. Lindell laughs at me, for a full minute.

“I have to meet this guy. He’s got you speaking incoherently.” she says.

“Um. So, any pieces you think I should try?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

“Hmmmm.” She says, thinking about it. “How about the theme from Schindler’s List?”

“Well I don’t know how that goes, but I’ll look it up. Thank you.” I say, grabbing the books and walking out the door.

“Oh, you are very welcome. Tell this guy I said hi!” she replies, making the blush that just faded from my cheeks reappear. I slowly walk back to the cafeteria, hoping that Mel’s questioning is over.

 I don’t know what happened, but it’s like my crush on Zayn grew. I mean, it was already huge to begin with, but now it’s like my heart beats quicker every time he looks at me. My breathing stops whenever I see him smile. My body fills with pride when he wraps his arm around my waist.

I mean, he never used to do these things before, so now that he is, my body must be reacting to it. That’s understandable, right? A simple crush is only that: simple. You like someone, and that’s it. It can never grow to be anything more than that.