One Shots

Zayn Asks You Out

It's Friday morning and you're sitting in your art class bored out of your mind. Your teacher is lecturing the class about this project due in a week and it sounds awful. Even though you love art, this is your least favorite class. Your teacher never appreciates the work you turn in and she's always criticizing every mistake you make. The only good thing about your art class is the person you sit next to. Zayn Malik. He has to be one of the most sensitive yet tough guys you've ever met and he's so beautiful it hurts. Somehow you got lucky enough to sit by him the entire year, though you haven't said a full sentence to him. While your teacher is talking, you pull out your own sketch book and start to doodle. You glance up at Zayn to see him drawing something too, as usual. He never listens in class and always seems to have a pencil in his hand. 

Zayn's artwork was something else. Everything he did was perfect. Our teacher didn't think so, though, she claimed it was too rebellious and didn't portray a significant message. Complete bullshit. Zayn had to be the best artist in the school whether she admitted it or not. 

You continue to doodle until your teacher comes up next to you and yells in your ear. "Ms. (Y/L/N). I expect you to listen in my class at all times not draw some silly cartoon. This is a warning. Next offense will have you in the principal's office. Please pay attention." You nod and she heads back to the front of the class. You look back down at your drawings and wonder if she's right. Maybe they are just silly and you should stop. 

"You know," you look up and see Zayn leaning in towards you. "You're drawings are actually really good." he says and smiles. He must have noticed the sadness on your face. 

"Oh um thank you but they are nothing compared to yours." you say and blush. 

"Well here," he says handing you a folded up piece of paper. "Why don't you look at this one and tell me what you think?" You unfold the paper and your mouth drops. This was a page from his sketch book and it was a drawing of you. He had drawn a profile view of your face and it looked absolutely stunning. At the bottom of the drawing he wrote, "Go out with me?" You nearly squeal. You smile so big that he starts to laugh. "So I'll take that as a yes?" he says. 

You nod. "I just have a question. Why did you choose to draw me I mean there are plenty of prettier girls in our class" you mumble the last part and look down at your lap. It is true, all the other girls in the class are beautiful and you just feel so plain and out of place. 

"Now that's just a lie, (Y/N)" he says and reaches over to lift your chin up. "You are the most beautiful girl in the room. Drawing you was easy because I saw you in class every day and I couldn't get you out of my head the rest of the time. I hope that you'll give me the chance to show you how beautiful you really are." you just smile and blush. 

"Zayn, you are truly an amazing guy." you say quietly. This time you get him to blush. The bell rings and brings you back to reality. You're gathering your things and when you turn around Zayn is standing millimeters away from you. 

"So I'll pick you up tonight. Be ready at 6." he whispers in your ear. You nod. He leans in and kisses your cheek before exiting the room. Your mind is spinning right now. Zayn Malik asked you out. He said you were beautiful. He kissed your cheek. This has got to be the best day ever.