Chapter 6

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Zayn's POV

She is so adorabley annoying, the way she was poking me was so cute.

"What the hell Zayn?" she asks curiously.

"well!" i reply.

"What are we doing here?"Aisha questions.

"Well i know that you love comming to the view point....so here we are!" i smile.

I know she loves this place so why on earth is she acting all weird?

"Zayn, we met yesterday....how do you know all these things about me?" she asks.

"Well i made good friends with Shaan, Fahad and...Hussnain."

"Hassan, his name his Hassan." she corrects me.

"Yea, that" i grin.

Aisha's POV

Shaan told him 'all' this? But why would he? He would never!

"Aisha? Where are you lost?" Zayn waves at me.

"Yea, i was...nothing, just thinking...nothing" i fumble with words.

"Whats wrong?" Zayn asks.

"Nothing, just some memories with this area" i reply.

"oh" is all he says as he sits with his knees in the air while folding his jeans from the bottom.

I followed.

I felt a little built guilty for that i didn't tell him but i can't i might cry and i am in no mood to talk about that.

"So, are you gonna tell me about the memories here?" he smiles calmingly.

"Please, i dont wanna talk about that." i say and look in a different direction.

"okay" He says with a sad face.

The rest of the time we keep talking about Umar, Nehdia, Shaan, Fahad, Hassan, and Raisa.

Zayn tells me that he has three siblings and he is kind of in the middle.

I am glad that Zayn doesn't pushes me to tell him about Mason.

I tell him i am doing master's in english literature.

"do you have...uumm....a girlfriend?" Zayn asks curiously.

"Why?" i laugh a little.

"Just wondering" he replies.

"well, i dont." i smile.

Zayn drops me back at the dorms and smiles a good bye.

.....

I enter my room and i see Umar on Raisa's bed.

"Hey" i smile.

"hi, you were with Zayn?" he asks.

"Yea, why?" i ask.

He looks worried.

"Look i dont want you to get hurt but, he is a big playboy." he assures me.

"so?" i laugh " i am only friends with him.

"Thank goodness." he says with relief.

"Why do you care?" i ask.

"i dont know, i just do." he smiles.

He leaves, and in a few minutes i am asleep.

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