Rules [Zayn Malik Fanfiction]

Chapter 1

*Before you read: THIS IS THE FIRST FANFIC I'VE EVER WRITTEN! i apologize for the shitty grammar and i know my ideas can be all over the place sometimes. i still hope you enjoy and it will get better, hopefully!! :)

My days consisted of vocal techniques, jazz class, and learning how to not fall on my ass during a production. Gloria college was your typical “arts” school. Everyone hoping to make it big. Me? I just wanted to do what I love, not caring about if I made it or not.

"Hey, Natalie!" I looked over to see my friend Rosie. She had her blonde hair pulled back in a ballet bun and was wearing a leo and tights with some ugg boots and a backpack hanging off her shoulder. From the looks of it, I’m guessing she’s going to a ballet class.

“Hey Rosie!” I say with a smile.

"Excited for the last day of senior year?"

"More like excited to get the hell out of here and do something of my own!"

She laughs a little and nods, "Did you hear about the new gu-"

She checks the time on her phone and then snaps her head up, “I hate to leave you so quick but I’m gonna be late to class! See ya later!” 

I giggle at her, wave goodbye and begin to walk up the steps of the theatre department. New guy? We get new people all the time at Gloria. I don't understand why Rosie or anyone for that matter would be talking about a "new guy".

I walk into the main lobby and let out a long sigh. Diiiing doooonng! I look over to see the big grandfather clock. Shit! First class of senior year and I’m already late. Looks like I’ll be out of breath before I even start doing anything.

"Ms. Frances. Nice to see you in class." says Mr.Cic as I walk in through the door. 

"I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize ho-" 

"It’s fine. Just don’t do it again." I nod and make my way to the back of the class and sit down at a desk. 

"As I was saying class, we are going to be having a new student here at Gloria. He’s from England and it’d be best if you don’t pester him or talk to him much. You will see him mainly in the theatre depmartment and the music department. Again, try not to notice him much." 

Everyone nods and I just shake my head. Since when were we not allowed to talk to other students? It’s an arts school for christ sake. Why couldn’t we talk to another artist? And why is this guy coming from England? I mean Gloria is a great school but it’s not very known.

The door opens, breaking my thoughts. The head professor walks in with a young man and starts talking to Mr. Cic. This guy was gorgeous alright but something was off. Maybe it was the way that it looked like he didn’t belong, or maybe it was the way his dark brown eyes looked like he haven’t slept in a few days. After a few moments, the professor leaves. Mr. Cic turns to face the class with the tall thin man standing beside him. 

“Everyone, this is Zayn. Zayn Malik.”