Blue Styles || Ziall Fiction.

Blue Styles || Chapter Three.

A/n: “Dedicated to HellYeahZiallGod because she commented in prologue, chapter 1 and 2 so yeah! Keep leaving your feedback to get the dedications! Love you all my cutie lil’ Ziall shippers. Enjoy x :)”

Blue Styles || Chapter 3; Take a Deep Breath then Jump and Fall into Me.

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Zayn’s POV

I woke up by the sound of my alarm clock, banging the sound itself to my ears. I clutched my pillow, pressing it hardly on my ears, to block the annoying sound. Soon, I gave up then pressed my hand harshly to it, stopping the sound.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes out. There’s nothing much to do today aside from that date. Speaking of the date of mine and Taylor, there’s an Italian restaurant down the road. It’s kind of fancy but to be able to get her, I should really be romantic and spend some money on my own right?

I checked the time on my wrist watch and it said 10:00 A.M. I trudged out of my bed then headed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, splashed some water on my face, and then walked downstairs.

I realized that my sisters and mum wasn’t here so I went back to my room to change into something. I wanted to walk so I can think clearly of what I should do and not.

After changing, I walked down the road, my hands on the both side of my pockets. The weather wasn’t bad because the sky was clearly blue with slight puffy clouds, the cold breeze hitting the trees, making them sway their twigs and leaves.

As I sat in a bench, something hit my back. I turned around and saw a ball with a boy sprinting towards the ball and me. I picked up the ball and as soon as the boy was in front of me, he frowned and crossed his arms in his chest. It was adorable because he’s around 13 to 15 years old and he was acting childishly. He has chubby cheeks with a slight tinted red, blue eyes, pale skin, brown hair and he is short in his age.

“Are you gonna gimme that or what?” He asked, rolling his eyes in annoyance. I have to admit, I was dumbfounded by his actions because he was acting as if nothing happened and acting like a spoiled brat but in adorable way. I can’t help but laugh at him because of his cuteness. “Who are you laughing at, mister?” He asked again but this time, I contained my hardest to neither smile nor laugh. “It’s me, isn’t it?” He added.

I cleared my throat and smiled down at him, ruffling his fluffy hair. “It’s not you kid, I just remember something super funny. And you know what? A sorry would be acceptable for hitting me with this ball.”

“Why should I? It’s your fault for sitting on that bench anyway.”

Woah, this boy is really… What’s the word for that again? Rude? Yeah, that’s it. “You know what kid? You’re so rude you know that?” I asked as a matter-of-fact tone, “But it makes you adorable.” I added.

“Yeah, whatever. Just gimme the ball.” The boy retorted. I held the ball, spinning it with my index finger. The boy’s eyes lit up in amazement but soon replaced it with irritation.

“Not unless you say sorry.” I winked. It’s like there’s something about this boy because for real, I want to know him more. I found him… Intriguing. His eyes are the most bluish eyes I have ever seen in my entire life so far, his skin is flawless with a little bit of freckles, his cheeks with tinted red look so fluffy like you want to pinch them and his brown hair, it’s so fluffy. I wonder what shampoo he uses.

“Fine. Sorry, are you happy now?” He hissed. The time when he said the word sorry, it gave me the satisfaction. I don’t know why the hell but it just did. I want to know him more; I want to know every little thing about him. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have a little brother, yeah that’s why.