I Am At Your Beck and Call

Zayn (I)

A little backstory for this couple. There will be multiple chapters like this to explain the characters.

"Zayn, wait! Can you walk me home?" Talia runs up to the teen, who raises his eyebrows in surprise. He had barely spoken to her for a week and she already wanted to walk home with her? Guess my marking is working stronger than I thought.

"Sure thing, Talia. I don't mind," Zayn replies, and resumes walking down the sidewalk. Talia quickly catches up and matches his speed, giggling to herself.

"I usually don't walk with the first stranger I meet at high school home. It took 3 months before I even walked home with Ziba. Yet, I'm just drawn to you. I guess you feel safe!" She lets out an excited laugh and Zayn chuckles in response.

"I consider myself very honored then. Or, perhaps, are you flirting with me?" Bingo. Talia's face darkens to a shade of maroon and she waves her hands at him dismissively.

"Me? Flirt? I-I can't flirt! I don't d-do well with romance. P-Plus, it'd be weird for me to hit on the new guy so soon, eh? That's Veronica's thing...w-wait, I-I don't mean I'm going to flirt!" Zayn bursts into laughter as he watches the girl try to explain herself and excuse her bashfulness. It truly was very uncharacteristic of her, and Zayn enjoyed having that power over her. So much, in fact, that he decided to speed up his plan.

When they arrived at Talia's house, right when he was about to let her enter, he grabbed her hand. "Hey, Talia?" She looked back in curiosity.

"Yes, Zayn?" He flashes her a flirtatious smile.

"Go on a date with me?" Talia's eyes widen in a surprise and she goes quiet. Zayn steps closer, his eyes boring into her own. "Well?"

"With me..? Really? You barely know me." Zayn chuckles and gently caresses her hand with his thumb. "Isn't that how many couples started? I don't mind getting to know you on a date." His silver tongue let words fall from his lips, and when Talia actually considered the date, he knew he won.

"Alright, fine. I'll go on a date with you," she caves, nodding her head.

"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6!"

And so they went on the date. And another one. And..another one. Talia just couldn't say no. Before anyone knew it, Talia and Zayn were dating. They soon grew more open about their relationship and everyone soon caught on to their affectionate gestures. Talia got the occasional heat from fangirls(that's always the case) but they both got over it really quickly. Slowly, bit by bit, Talia got more entangled in Zayn's web.

"Talia..you're so unique," he'd whisper into her ears when they were alone.

"Talia...why has God blessed me with an angel?" He'd asked when watching her draw during break time.

"Talia, I wish you'd only focus on me," he'd whine when she would be focusing solely on her homework.

She wouldn't admit, but sh enjoyed Zayn's clingy nature. It let her feel wanted and it was an amazing feeling. So imagine her distraught when he told her he was leaving.

"But...why?" She asked, watching him pack his stuff in his room. Zayn flashes her an apologetic smile and zips up his suitcase. "It's not for long, okay? I'll be back before you know it."

"Can't you stay? M-my mom won't mind..and my b-brother doesn't dislike you!" Zayn approaches Talia, frowning deeply. "I have to support my family, Talia. I can't just leave them." The girl bites down on her lip and looks away. He was right-- she couldn't be so selfish. "Talia look at me." She turns to look at him and her eyes widen in surprise when she feels his lips pressed against hers. She slowly kisses back and wraps her arms around his neck, melting into the kiss. For a moment, it was just them. Nothing else-- no trip, no school, nothing.

Zayn pulled away, licking his lips appreciatively. "Cherry...my favorite. Oh, Talia, I will miss you," he coos, brushing some hair from her face. He watched Talia, her breathing regulating. He memorized each detail of her face. A face he wouldn't be seeing for a couple months. Her high cheekbones, her flittering gaze, her arched eyebrows...she was perfect.

But he couldn't have her.

"You need to go now," Zayn insists. Talia nods, fumbling with her hands. "I-I'll see you off at the airport tomorrow, okay?" The boy smiles and nods, waving as Talia exits his room.

Not now at least. But soon.

Does this change your opinion about Zayn? Or do you remain the same?