Imagine... (Zayn Malik)

Imagine #7

ZAYN'S POV:

We were just friends.

But I knew I was in love with her.

My mum told me, "Proven studies show that a crush only lasts four months. If it lasts longer, you're already in love."

It's been three years and I know that I have been and still am in love with Grace.

We were in the library in detention. It was just the two of us. I had purposely completely trashed the place and blamed it on myself, and Grace, so we would both get detention until the library was exactly the way it was.

There were books all over the floor. There were broken shelves, broken glass, torn up papers, and all because of me and my plan.

It worked so well, and it shows because here we are.

"Are you gonna come over here and help me?" I ask Grace.

"No."

"Why not? It's your detention too."

"I didn't do anything! You forced me here and I'm not helping," she snapped.

"Damn, don't you think it'd just be nice to help a friend?"

"No friend gets me detention."

"Well maybe we can become friends through this. Ever think maybe that could work?" I snapped back.

She let out a loud sigh and got up from the corner of the room.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Just make some room for the shelf to go back up."

"Alright then," she hesitantly said.

It seemed like she was trying to stay as far away from me as possible.

She was making room in the library for half an hour now. It didn't take this long. It was only supposed to take 5 minutes at the most.

I didn't want to bother her but I finally had the guts to.

"What's taking you so long? All you had to do was make room," I said.

"Fine is this okay?" Grace said as she backed away from the area of space she made.

She backed away as I got closer. Why was she avoiding me?

"It's perfect, but why did it take you so long?"

"Just keeping myself busy is all," she replied.

I walked towards the shelf to get it and put it in the area of space.

"Help me with this thing; it's huge."

She walked over to the opposite side of the shelf.

"3, 2, 1," Grace said as we lifted the shelf and moved it in.

I dusted off my hands and made my way to Grace's side.

Or at least I tried to.

She walked away from me.

"Okay, I've had this."

"What?" she asked me.

"Your shit of an attitude. I know you hate me; I'm trying to warm up to you. Why are you staying away from me like this?" I asked.

I really was getting frustrated with her. Yes, I love Grace, but she was pissed at me. So pissed that she was getting on my nerves.

"I'm scared of you Zayn," she yelled.

"You're what?!" I screamed back.

This set me off.

"You heard me loud and clear! If you get mad or upset this is what you do! Do you see how wrecked this place is? The librarian should've just knocked the place down with a wrecking ball to equal this damage. What is wrong with you?"

"I had a plan, okay? I did this on purpose to get detention with you."

"Uh..." Was all she said as her reply.

"Yeah..." I said as I sat myself down against the shelf.

There was a long, awkward pause. Grace stood with her back turned toward me for what seemed like forever.

"Well can I tell you the truth now?" Grace said as she sat next to me.

"Of course."

"It's sort of that, but it's mostly something else."

"As in..."

"I didn't wanna get close to you, or work, because I was afraid I'd accidentally trip on something, then you'd accidentally catch me, and then I'd accidentally kiss you, then you'd accidentally kiss me back."

"Well this will take out the tripping part, and if it helps, I'll accidentally kiss you first, then you can accidentally kiss me back," I smiled.

So I kissed her. Accidentally of course.

And then, her accident happened.

She kissed me back.

Sparks flew, like I dreamt they would for the longest time.

Our lips disconnected after our soft kiss.

"Do you know how pond I've been waiting for that?"

"I don't think you've been waiting as long as I have," she said.

I thought to myself,

*

"Well we're seniors, correct?

And I've liked her for three years, which means sophomore year.

If she says freshman year, I'll shoot myself.

I wonder what she'll say."

*

"How long?" I asked her.

"You first," she replied.

"Three years."

"Four," Grace smiled.

After she said that, instead of shooting myself I thought I would just take my anger out on her with a deep, passionate kiss.

So a half a second after she revealed her feeling to me, I smashed my lips against hers.

We were there, intensely kissing for minutes after minutes.

"Can we make this official?" I asked her while trying to catch my breath.

"It's about time," Grace replied as she rested her head on my lap.