Rules [Zayn Malik Fanfiction]

Chapter 4

NATALIES POV

Agreeing to walk with Zayn to the music department every day for the whole first semster might be the worst and best thing I have ever done. Of course I wanted to know why he got sent to Gloria and why he gives off that bad ass vibe but I do not want to get attatched to him. I also don't want him to get attatched to me or even worse..devolp feelings for me. I fall way too fast for guys. It's a bad fucking habit. 

"Natalie?" Zayn said to me, breaking my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just..nevermind. The first question I'm going to ask you is, what school did you attend back in England?" 

"Uh, well... I was going to Trinity Rose School of the Arts."

"What?!" I say shocked. Trinity Rose was one of the best art schools literally ever. It's known worldwide for anything and everything that has to do with perfomance. I would kill to go to that school and this guy just got kicked out of there.

"Yeah, I attended Trinity Rose for 3 years until they couldn't take me anymore. I guess I finally made them break and got them super pissed. Now I'm here." 

"What the hell did you do to get kicked out of the school that I would kill to go to?" I say, becoming pissed. 

"Well... I did alot of stupid shit." he says becoming slightly embarrassed.

"What the hell...this is crazy. You're crazy."

"Hah, thanks. I get that alot." 

"Zayn, why?" I say becoming more serious.

"Why what?"

"Why did you do all that shit that caused you to get kicked out of Trinity?"

ZAYNS POV

"Why did you do all that shit that caused you to get kicked out of Trinity?" she asks me. I didn't know how to respond. There were so many things that caused me to do that shit. My thoughts are becoming jumbled and I can't think. 

"Uh..well..I guess my parents were a big part of it. My past. The guys I hung out with. A whole lot of shit. I guess I didn't care. I didn't care about my life." as I finish what I say, we open the doors to the music department. She decides to keep walking while I stay by the door just staring at her. Suddenly she stops to turn back at me.

"Do you care now?" 

"I like to think that I do." 

She gives me a small smile and says, "See you tomorrow." then continues to walk to her class. I was so honest and it scared me. I've never been so honest with someone so quickly. Something about her made me want to be honest and I actually want her to know these things. But I'm breaking the rules that I've lived by for so long.

After three more classes, I had one other class with Natalie and it was a fucking dance class. I hated dancing. I didn't mind acting but dancing was shit. I decided to stand in the back of the class room and just watch everyone. Natalie was good. She wasn't the best in the room but she was good. It looked like she truly enjoyed doing what she was doing and before I knew it, I realized I was smiling at her.

NATALIES POV

I look over and there he was. The most perfect fucking smile I have ever seen in my whole life and it was because of me. I couldn't help but smile and stare back. He realized that he was smiling and he cheeks started to flush. God damnit, Malik. If he looks like that I'm not going to be able to hate him. 

After my last class of the day, I ran into Rosie. Rosie and I had 3 classes together. A dance class, the history and the arts and choir. She had long light blonde curly hair with blue eyes. The funny thing about me and Rosie is that we are alot alike but also super different. She can annoy the hell out of me sometimes but she is a really great friend.

"Hey, Nat!"

"Hi, Rosie! What's up?" 

"Oh...nothing." She's such a bullshitter. Of course she wants something.

"What do you want?" 

"Well, you talk to that new guy right? His name is Zayn, I think? In our dance class? I kinda think he's cute and maybe you could talk to him about me.." 

"Uh um, I'm not sure but I'm running late, so I'll let you know later." I say while running off. Shit shit shit shit shit. I've only had two conversations with this guy and suddenly, I'm supposed to be a matchmaker.

Another part of me is jealous. Jealous that another girl wants Zayn's attention. Jealousy that I know I should not have.