Hopeless Romantic

An Invitation for Zayn

An Invitation for Zayn

Hopeless Romantic: Chapter 4 

MaineLove

Change. That was it, the only word to describe my life. Such a drastic change, and I loved every bit of it. Liam was so beautifully passionate about me; it almost had me forgetting about all my troubles. He was perfect, and we were perfect together. It was as if he had helped me discover a part of me I didn’t know existed, but was so grateful to have found. Liam had a way of making me forget my words when our lips were close, and every kiss was like magic. A beautiful miracle. In our two weeks together we had discovered so much about each other, like his odd fear of spoon, which I though was absolutely adorable. Or how his Wolver Hampton accent is no longer Wolver Hampton-y. How his voice grows a little deeper everyday, and his eyes shine with every word I say. He was gorgeous inside and out.

Grabbing my needed books, I closed my locker and slung my bag over my shoulder in one swift movement. I pushed Liam’s charming face to the back of my mind, and set my brain towards the biology classroom. The excruciating hour with one of the worst boys on the planet was going to be difficult, but I hated to admit that maybe, just maybe Zayn and I had progresses as well. We seemed to talk a lot more, and bickered a lot less. There was no denying that Zayn stirred up indescribable and inexpressible emotions in me, and although I enjoyed the effect Zayn had on me. I did find a little annoying, the fact that I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what I felt for him or how I felt torn between Liam and Zayn. I wanted there to be something between Zayn and I, but at the same time I was sure I felt nothing for him, it had me on the edge and very exasperated. I pushed open the door the Biology classroom and walked to my seat, I could feel Zayn’s hot gaze on me.

“Hey hot head. Haven’t seen you all weekend.” His signature grin quickly met his lips. I didn’t answer; instead I continued to pull out my notebook and textbook. “To busy to talk, huh. Thinking about your boyfriend.” I hated hearing that word from his mouth. The corners of his smile dropped as his lips pressed into a thin line. I was radiating negativity and he could feel it.

“No.” Because I was thinking about him and how the low florescent lights of the class room bring out the dark shade of his hair and the even darker shade of his long eyelashes. Or how kissable his lips look ever time I sneak a peek. How I often discover him chewing on the inside of his cheek. And how our elbows bump every time we write notes, and it causes my pulse to skip every time our fingers brush.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just tired.” I watched as he concentrated, carefully scanned my voice-which didn’t sound tired at all. Cute little wrinkles appeared on his forehead as he furrowed his brows, I tried my best to keep a straight face despite how cute Zayn looked.

“Not in the mood to talk then?” Normally if anybody had provoked me to this point, I would have smacked him or her upside the head. But Zayn was the exception. He was the exception to almost everything. The way I felt about him, the strong turning if my stomach in his presence, or the racing of my heart when we spoke. It was all so confusing to think about but I could never seem to get him out my head. And I hated to think that maybe my first observation about Zayn was deathly wrong, and maybe there was more to him than his bad-boy complex lead on.

“Students, settle down,” Mr. Bennett boomed, entering the class. His nearly baldhead was shiny-most likely from sweat, and his clothing looked messy and deranged, a change from his usually impeccable and neat attire. “I am going to give you the outline for your first biology project. Your are to do it with your partner.” I could see Zayn grin from the corner of my eye, and it was putting me on the edge. I skimmed over the sheet as Mr. B placed it on my desk.