Hiraeth.Malik.

Chapter 3

Arabella Roberts

Bumping into the vans guy the next morning was definitely not on my to do list but who was I to complain. I was on my way to the coffee shop on campus to get my morning coffee when I smashed right into his chest. "Hey! Watch where you're going next time! " He said and only then did I realise he had an accent. A British one to be exact. "I'm sorry oh my god I'm so sorry I wasn't looking."

"Hey! You're the girl from yesterday. The office girl!" He said with a glint in his eyes like he was excited to see me again.... Which could be my imagination playing tricks on me. "In the flesh. And you're the mismatched vans guy!" I said trying to retaliate what he said. "That's me !" He chuckled a bit when he sensed my fake excitement.

"Zayn your coffee is ready!" I heard the lady at the counter shout. "That's me." He said going to take his coffee. Zayn.... It was a pretty name for a pretty guy. He was making his way back to where I stood when I noticed his shoe laces don't match, one's black the other's dark blue. What's up with that guy? 

"Your name is Zayn." It came out more of a statement than a question. "Yeah, and you are..?" He trailed off tilting his head a bit to the side. That jawline though .... Arabella focus you are not about to drool over a guy when he is right in front of you. "Oh, my name is Arabella but you can call me bell." I put my hand in front of me for a handshake, he shakes it and his hand is the perfect combination of soft, calloused and warm. "Its nice to see you again Arabella."

We start walking out of the coffee shop when I decided to take the risk and ask; " Hey zayn?" He looks up from his cup of coffee "yeah?" I take a sip of my coffee " why do like wearing mismatched colors?" He rolls his eyes "what's mismatched this time?" I point towards his shoes " my shoes? Again? I swear to go Louis once I put my hands on you" he was mumbling but I could still hear him clearly. "What? No its not your shoes. "He looks at me weirdly like I have three heads "Then what?" "Its your shoelaces dummy wait you can't see the difference?" 

"Well Arabella, I didn't realise that we'd get this clear in my second time meeting you but ...." He looked away like he was embarrassed "I'm color blind" he looked up at me with such pain and you could tell from the way his voice dropped and his eyes looked that what was hurting him was much more than the fact that he was color blind. It was hurricanes and thunderstorms of disasters and catastrophes that has implanted the pain in his pretty brown orbs. And I was intent on finding out.