Hiraeth.Malik.

Chapter 5

Arabella Roberts

Waking up the next morning I could hear shuffling in the room. 'I'm gonna die aren't I ?' That was my last thought before I heard a loud thud and I sprang up so fast I could see every single color in the world and then none at all. Once I could see clearly, I saw a girl sprawled on the floor with so many books around her and one on the top of her head.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. Oh, god I'm such a clutz !" The girl with the blonde hair and bronze complexion said without even glancing up at me.
"It's alright I was bound to wake up anyway." She looked up at that. I could see her blue eyes which were breathtaking holding every shade of blue known to man. She was standing up now and man is she hot I was jealous ; she had long toned legs and a great figure with a pretty face.
"I'm Violet, your roommate." She was so cheerful and preppy.
"I'm Arabella but you can call me Bella." I said smiling at her. She seemed nice and I needed all the friends I could get here.
"What's your major, Bella?" She asked finally settling down on her bed.
"English lit. What about you?" I thought she looked like a fashion designer with her colorful clothes and high heels, but you know never judge a book by it's cover.
"Oh, I'm a psychology major." She said, her eyes sparkling as she talked about something she was passionate about.
"Really?" I was surprised. She didn't look like a psychology major at all.
"I know. People always assume that I'm into fashion or design or even music but I have wanted to major in psychology since I was a freshman in highschool." She said smiling. I like her already. She seemed a lot friendlier than anyone I came across on campus these last few days.
"Anyways I gonna head out now. Going to meet up with some old friends .see you later!" She said walking towards the door.
"Yeah alright. See you around violet."

Once she left it was all quiet again. My mind drifting back to zayn. I was so confused about him but I knew one thing. I wanted to know who he really was underneath all those layers. Maybe he has been doomed since the beginning, really.
I got up from bed and decided that I was gonna walk around campus because school doesn't start officially until Monday. That's in two days. And even though I would rather stay in all day and read and watch Netflix while stuffing my face with chips and ice cream, deep down I was hoping I'd see Zayn around. And that was enough motivation for me to get out of bed and take a shower.

After I decided on my outfit; a blue flannel shirt, a white tank top underneath, some faded blue jeans and some flats, I did my hair in a ponytail and grabbed my bag. I was out the door in 20 minutes. Tons and tons of teenagers were all I could see. I decided to head to the coffeeshop to get some hot chocolate. Maybe zayn will be there. No I'm not going for Zayn, I'm going to get something to drink. You know that's not the whole reason. I could practically hear my sassy subconscious smirking at me. I paid no further attention as I walked into the coffeeshop.

Getting my drink and walking out I admit I felt a bit disappointed that he wasn't there. But that didn't last for long because when I walked a bit further down campus I saw him sitting on a bench talking on the phone smiling that breathtaking, soul-sucking-in-a-good-way smile. I tried to turn away because I felt like I was gonna make a fool out of myself if I talked to him, but it was too late for he was already waving at me, his smile stretching into a grin.

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the street.
But they never warned me about the one with beautiful hazel eyes and a heartbeat.

And I couldn't help but get addicted. For I was bound to be doomed from the beginning, really.