Chapter 17*

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Warning. A slight mature content ahead. Read at your own risk! ;)

The first semester of my uni life came by so quickly.

My final exams went well. I studied hard for that.

Heck, I even made myself a practice exam! I'm confident that I'd get good grades.

Walking out of the room and saying my farewells to my friends in that particular course, I saw Zayn from the corner of my eyes.

He is running towards me with a huge smile on his face. Mind you, that guy rarely smiles.

"Liv! Holy shit!" He exclaimed catching his breath and panting in front of me.

I looke at him questioningly but didn't ask what's wrong. He looks happy, so I guess that this could be good news.

"Liv, my finals in Chemistry went well. And I think I might have a perfect score for that."

"Woah. Are you sure, Zayn? Don't get too cocky, the results aren't out yet." I stated as a matter of fact.

"Ah, but I'm sure that I'll get a good grade for that. So thank you. Thank you so much."

"Well then. Congratulations on your success. And you are welcome. Really, you are a fast learner. You are brilliant."

He then dropped his bag on the floor fishing for something.

While he is doing that, I took the opportunity to look around me and do a mild observation.

Lots of students are also along the corridor. Some are grimacing and arguing about the correct answers.

Other are happy like Zayn. And plenty are in a hurry to go back to their dorms, I supposed, they will pack, and leave for the Semester break.

Searching for the familiar tall, handsome, green eyed guy. Who seems to be not here yet. Maybe he is not done taking his finals.

"Here you go, Olivia." I look back at the person in front of me. Zayn. He is holding a present.

"Is this for me?"

He nods and gives it to me. And I accepted.

"Zayn, you didn't have to. Can I open it now? Or wait until Christmas?"

"Well, to remove the element of surprise, that is a drawing of Ed Sheeran. I learned how much you like him, so I drew him for you and even framed it."

"Wow. Thank you so much for all that." I hug him and he hugs me back. Still thanking him

Then I heard someone coughed on the background. Someone who is too familiar.

I'm pretty sure that Zayn heard it as well. So he removed his hands on my waist and I remove my hands around his neck. So basically, un- hug him.

"Hey man. How was finals?"

"Great. Yours?" Harry asked back.

"Great as well. Thanks to Olivia here. She taught me loads."

"Oh. That's good then." He faced me. And kissed my lips.

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