Lost. [Zayn Malik]

Chapter 1:

I sit in the small coffee next to my roommate Lisa and drink coffee. It's the perfect autumn day, not to cold, but not warm either. Just to chill in Uggs and a warm Cardigan. I really like days like this.

"How did you pass the test today?" , I hear Lisas voice and my eyes fly from wherever they were looking to the red haired blue eyed girl infront of me. I take a sip from my coffee and start to answer her. "Not sooo bad, I think studying with you for math is something I should do more often. You really helped me. Thanks a lot though."
She lets out a small chuckle.

"Nah it's nothing." , she shrugs and smiles at me. "But let's head back to the dorms. I really need to look through Science. Tomorrow's an exam and I haven't looked through my notes one time."

I nod as we go up and pay our coffees. The cashier guy named Frank smiles at us. "Bye Sandra, see you soon", he winks at me and I turn around, leaving the coffee shop and the cold breeze hits me sending chills to my body. I hop into Lisas car and we drive back in silence, both of us thinking about something.

Lisa is something like my best friend even though I know her for almost two months now she knows more about me than anyone else knows. She can read people very well and can tell you how you feel by looking at you one time. At first sight she wasn't someone you would talk to about your whole life, she looks very arrogant and unsympathetic. When I first met her I hated myself I approched the NYU, now I'm glad I got the luck to be in the room with this girl. She is very funny and caring. For once I could tell that I have a best friend and someone to talk about everything.

I grew up in a small town with my brother. My parents weren't at home, they were always into some business and so my brother looked after me and cared for me, made me doing things for school, studied with me to bring good marks, so I can join the NYU and it goes well here, since I was young I'm dreaming about working as a teacher and that's my dream. It has always been and it will always be.

Lisa parks in a lot and we take our way to the dorms. But as I walk someone runs into
me causing me to stumble and almost fall on the ground like my bag. "Watch out, jerk", Lisa shouts after him and I turn around just to see the boy holding up a middle finger. He was tall as I can see, had a leather jacket on and black pants. Even if I see only his back, I can tell he's attractive. "Those fratboys, no eyes in their heads, it's always empty in there." , Lisa interrupts my thoughts.

"Yea sure, of course", I mumble and turn around to walk through the door and straight to my room, where I let out a groan and fall onto my bed. Lisa, the person she is, just takes her books and her laptop and starts studying. Luckily I don't have anything to study today and the rest of the left two weeks, so I can just chill.

I watch Lisa while she's studying, typing on her laptop, repeating the words to herself and as always drinking a cup of tea. She pushes her red hair back all the time, and her blue eyes are focused on the screen.
I decide to take a jog around the big campus. "Li? I'll go for a Jog" She just nods as response, and I start to get ready. I take my shoes, pull up my brown hair, and remove my make-up. As I change into my nike sports clothes, I just take my iPod, shout a quick "Bye" to Lisa which I get as a mumble in return and leave the dorm. Once I was outside the cold October air hits me. I start play a random song from my One Republic playlist and start to jog. I'm jogging down the streets, my thoughts taking my head in. So I don't even notice the guy who was next to me at first. I stop, looking at him with big eyes end pulling my ear plugs out.

"How long have you been jogging next to me?", I ask full in shock.

"Well, I think it's been five minutes", he speaks, his caramel brown eyes looking into my blue ones. "By the way, I wanted to apologize, for what happened at the campus."

I slowly nod, then I remember the guy who almost got me falling on the ground by running into me. "It's alright. I'm sorry for my friend being such an asshole."

He shrugs as if he's used to it and I take the minute to look at him. He has brown eyes, a beard, not too much and beautiful perfect lips. He smiles at me.

"I'm Zayn, by the way." , he tells me and I cringe at his name. "Zayn Malik."

My heart stops beating, a dumpling rising in my throat. It was him. I lost him and I found him again, I didn't even recognize him. He looks at me, obviously not getting what's wrong with me.

"I-uhm-I'm...I have to go." , I state and turn around and start to jog back. Obviously leaving a very confused Zayn behind me.