He's No Good - Zayn Malik

Chapter 20: Traumatized

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After speaking with Harry on the phone for approximately 30 minutes, and skyping with Kayla for an hour, I feel strangely bored.

Zayn had to stay at school, because his student advisor had called him in. I didn't ask why.

I turn on my TV, and sit on my bed with my laptop on my lap. I have an English paper due friday, but I'm struggling with it already. 

I have only written two sentences in the Word doc, when I receive a text from Sexy Zayn <3

- Hey babe, what's up? 

- Doing an English paper. You? 

He answers right away.

- Nothing. Want company? 

- You any good at English? 

I have no idea, since we only have art together, but I can't imagine him being very motivated in school in general.

- Well not really, but I can be your sexy motivation 
A giggle escapes from my throat. 

- Always so full of yourself? 

- Well you could be full of me too, if you didn't  play so hard to get babe ;) Be there in 5.

I can't help but smile and roll my eyes at his provocative comment -- or rather suggestion. He seems to always have a smart comeback.
- Pervert 

- Always 

 

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- "Are you reading that at all?" I ask Zayn, who's supposed to read the article I'm writing about, since he wanted to help me out. 

- "It doesn't make much sense," 

- "I know right?" I roll my eyes. 

Zayn is lying flat on my bed, with an arm behind his neck, and the article in the other hand, while I'm lying next to him on my stomach, slowly typing on my laptop. 

I'm not used to having a guy in my room. I've never had a boyfriend, only boy friends, but we didn't really hang out at each others places, and we were never really alone. We were always a group of friends hanging somewhere in town, or just us girls.

It feels weird to have Zayn in my room alone, so close to me. On my bed. He doesn't seem to think much about it, just seems to feel like home. I'm glad, or else it would be awkward.