One Direction One Shots ♥

Jasmina and Zayn: Knocking On My Door.

Hello Jasmiinaa :) Sorry for the wait. I meant to finish these off last night but I fell asleep rehearsing play lines. Anyway, I like your idea. Again, I write this *bumps chest* from the heart. Well, sort of. Something I wish would happen to me. Sort of my situation...ANYWAY, let's get on with it :)

Lana x

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Jasmina and Zayn: Knocking on My Door.

Jasmina:

“Hey...” Zayn tapped my shoulder. I smiled, because any words he spoke to me would made me feel happy.

“Hey!” I smiled.

“Ms. Pearse piled homework on us. Can we go to the library?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah,” I said, immediately. “Five?”

“Half four,” He retorted, and I laughed. He took my hand, and my heartbeat sped up. I rose my chin to meet his eyes. He opened his mouth, and slipped his hand from my grasp.

“Five then,” He said, and walked off as quickly as if he was playing Tag.

# # # #

“'For homework, tell me the difference between boron and freon!'” In the library, in the Chemistry section, Zayn held an open science book in his hands and mimicked Ms.Pearse in a high, falsetto tone. I burst out laughing, and put my book over my face to smother it. The librarian shushed us. More giggled escaped my mouth.

“Okay, I'll tell you what's boron and freon. This book. I'd like to be freon from this boron book!” He said, and it was such a terrible joke, my hands flew to my mouth to stifle the squealing laughter I was making. The librarian glared at us, putting the 'shh' finger to her lips.

# # # #

“DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?!” screamed the headlines of the magazine I picked up.

“Yes,” I muttered under my breath, and tossed it to the side. The loud doorbell tune rang. I stayed sat on the sofa, looking at my brother who had not moved from playing Xbox.

“No?” I chuckled, getting up to answer the door. Zayn and his group of friends who I was barely acquaintanced with stood at the door. I think the curly one was called Hugh...Larry – Harry, that's it.

“Oh, God, I can't do this!” Zayn exclaimed, putting his head in his hands.

“Then you shove off,” The blonde one teased, taking him in a headlock, and dragging him off. The one beside Harry – Louis – spoke to me.

“I'm Louis,” He offered me his hand to shake, and I took it.

“I'm uh, Jasmina,” I said, politely.

“Oh, we know!” Harry said, nudging Louis, who chuckled.

“Oh serious matters,” Liam rolled his eyes at the two, and inviting himself into the hallway, shutting the door on the other four boys.

“What do you mean by shoving into my -?” I protested indignantly, but Liam 'shhed' me.

“I came to say Zayn's in love with you, Jasmina.”

I just looked at him. “Ha. Ha. Ha.”

“Aha!” Liam clicked his fingers. “Zayn told me you'd say that, so I came with a plan.”

I was beginning to feel I was in some sort of...The Adventurous Adventures of One Direction! I don't know, it was all so...surreal.

“Let's go ask him,” Liam pushed me towards the door.

“No! No, no! Then I'd have to tell him I like him – oh, shoot.” I glared at Liam, who merely shrugged.

“Your words, not mine.”

# # # #

“So it's true?” I asked Zayn, when the boys had apparently gone off to 'give us our space.' “You love me?”

Zayn sat down on my sofa. “I – yeah.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” I asked. Zayn stood up, and sat on my sofa.

“I don't know, something held me back. But let's not focus on that. Let's worry about the time we need to make up,” He paused and then stared into my eyes. “That is, if you'll go out with me.”

“Uh...yeah? Yeah. Yes! Yeah, I'd love to,” I said, smiling happily.

“YEAH!” All the boys fell through the door, eavesdropping the whole time.