candid | Zayn AU (Completed)

2 | talk

Today's probably the luckiest day I had these past weeks. Why?

She talked to me.

Believe it or not, she did. I couldn't stop myself from smiling an inch too wide. I hope she didn't find it creepy.

It happened when I was sitting alone as usual, but this time in the library. A book in my hand, my earphones plugged and my camera beside me. My foot stomped against the beat and my eyes scanned the story of a man who got lost in a mythical world after discovering a secret door under his basement. That's when I felt someone tapped my shoulder.

I removed one earphone, then followed by the other once I saw her standing behind me, her contagious smile plastered again. I smiled back, mentally screaming at myself to not have my anxiety right now.

Don't fuuuuucck uuuup.

"Hey," her voice is sweet and sexily deep. "Can I sit with you?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course."

And there she sit, her eyes bouncing from the book I was reading then to my eyes that watched her curiously.

"I love that book. It's actually the first book I read."

And that was the beginning of something amazing. Topic from topic, we talked. In the middle, she stopped to tell me her name, I told her mine. What she doesn't know that her name is so unique that it has been echoing in mind for the past weeks.

She had so many stories to tell, experiences to share. She's so opened, but there's still this mysterious aura in her. To be honest, I could sit here all day and listen to her. Watch her smile and laugh everytime she tells me something she's not proud of. Or see how her eyes would lit up about something she's passionate about.

"Sorry... I know, I'm being annoying." She sighed deeply, stopping in the middle of her story.

"No, no. It's okay, keep going. So what happened afterwards?"

The egdes of her lips twisted into a smile and I smiled at how her eyes gleamed with passion and embarrassment as she opens her mouth to continue, but the bell interrupted her. She sighed with disappointment outside the double door and faced me.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I have a class to attend with a strict teacher. It's really nice talking to you, Zayn. Bye!"

Her smile marked me after she left. I don't have any classes for the next hour, I learned so much about her in just half an hour, but then questions started to bother me.

Why?

Why did she suddenly talked to me?

Why was she so open towards me?

Was this a dare?

Did I look innocent enough that she thought I can be easily trusted?

My tattoos obviously proved it wrong, but it only coated my nice and clean inentions.

Whatever it is, I'm still glad she talked to me. Dare or not.

Shaking my head, trying to get rid of my idiotic grin, I tried to distract myself with the book I tried to finish, but I still ended up thinking about her. I closed the book and plugged my earphones back to my ears. Leaving the silent library, I entered the large hallways and stepped outside. I have decided to finish my reading under the chilly wind and burning sun. Today's whether is even, so I guess it'll be enough distraction.

But then I grew bored, just watching people pass by or leaves falling off of their branches. I stood up and walked to the farthest tree from anyone. Sitting down under the shade, I took my camera out.

It's a frenzy out here.

A group of friends playing with ball. One or two people skating. Other alone studying and other just walking by. I take photos to those unaware because it's their emotions that I was trying to take. Even a poker face is an emotion to me.

I just wish people would see what I see and feel what I feel everytime I do things like this. Or just for them to understand. They'll think less of me even if I try to explain it throughly.

I hope she doesn't once she sees me like this.

What am I even going to say if she finds out? Maybe she'll mark me as one of the creeps.

But then again, things can happen otherwise. I just hope this small chance of mine is one of it.

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Thoughts why I still haven't named the girl?