After shutting the door, Zayn walked back to where I was sitting.
He took his seat and stared at me for a couple seconds before kissing me again.
He pulled away quickly, "I'm sorry. Are you comfortable with me kissing you?"
I laughed, for the first time in what felt like forever, and pulled Zayn's face closer to mine.
Our lips connected again and I could feel him smiling.
"I needed to *properly* kiss you. With the door closed." Zayn laughed.
He stayed over for a couple hours after and watched movies with me in the family room.
We both laid under the same blanket and shared a bowl of popcorn, just like in the movies.
Once and a while Zayn would start to talk about something random.
It ruined the movies but being able to talk to Zayn, felt really good.
* * *
All this time, Zayn was just another jock in my head. He was just another teenage boy that thought he was so cool and so hot.
I never really realized that Zayn's friends were really the only ones that treated me so poorly.
Zayn barely talked.
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FanfictionNo matter what school Eleina goes to, she is always getting picked on for her problems. It's always been hard for her to make friends, or to even just talk to other people. When she comes across a group of popular boys that make fun of her everyday...
