Counting Stars - A Zayn Malik FanFiction

Chapter 4

"Beverley, this is Zayn."

This boy was gorgeous.

Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.

He had light brown skin, that resembled the like of caramel.

His eyes were a beautiful hazel color, and his eyelashes were so full and amazing.

He had both of his ears pierced, and his hair.

Oh my god, his hair.

His hair was longer on the top of his head, and it was perfectly spiked.

I had to pry my eyes off of him.

Before I could, I looked down, and I saw that his arms were covered in tattoos. There were robots, a microphone, a large "ZAP!", and countless more.

I've never been one for tattoos, but did he make them look hot.

He sat down at a chair right next to me.

"Hi. I'm Zayn," he said while smiling and sticking his hand out for me to shake.

I willingly shook his hand and followed with "Hi Zayn, I'm Beverley." I said with a little smile.

"Nice to meet you, love. Well, sort of. Giving our circumstances, it's not too nice." He says while chuckling.'

I slightly giggle and say "If only we could have met each others acquaintance outside of this place." I say while motioning my hands around the room.

He laughed as Lisa cleared her throat. I totally forgot about her prsence in this room.

I looked up to her as she placed oyr food trays down on the table.

I thanked her as she quickly exited the room.

"So Bev, what brings you to this humble abode?" He asks while opening his container.

"It's a mix of things. You?" I ask while opening my food container. Salad, a Philly Cheese Steak, and some fries occupied the tray. I smiled at the quality of the food.

I imagined it woukd be like the terrible middle school food they claimed was "100% pure".

Zay sighed a little. "Just shit at home."

I nodded. "I hear ya."

It was quiet for a minute or so before Zayn spoke up. "So how old are you Beverley?"

I swallowed the remains of my food and answered. "I'm 19. You?"

He smirked, but changed his expression before it became too obvious.

Too bad I noticed.

"I'm turning 20 in a few months. Hopefully I'll be out of this piece of shit before then." He slightly laughs.

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After we eat our lunch, we are forced to go to our rooms. And by forced, I mean we had no choice whatsoever.

While in my room, all I could think about was Zayn's beautiful eyes...