Fallin' For a Bradford Bad Boy (Zayn Malik)

• Chapter One •

• Olivia •

A boy band?! Third place?! And a single with a music video?! It was nuts. Especially seeing my best friend on a computer screen with five other boys from X-Factor. Zain was very handsome. I thought it was stupid that Zain changed the 'i' in his name to a 'y'. He was so retarded.

My mom would freak out when she'd see them on television. I guess she was so proud of him. Maybe even prouder than Mr. and Mrs. Malik. Only because Zayn was like her son since she's known him since he was three. I'd roll my eyes as she acted like a teenager obsessing over a boyband.

"Okay, we'll see you guys soon." My mom said into the phone. I turned into the kitchen to see what was up.

"Who were you on the phone with?" I ask, popping a grape in my mouth.

"Oh... Auntie Sheryl. Her and May are coming over for dinner." She answers. She glides a paper towel across the counter.

"Mom, you know cousin May gets on my nerves."

She shrugs, and exits the kitchen. I let out a groan as I make my way to the backyard. I collapse on the hammock as I swing back and forth.

Poke. Poke poke. "Wake up." A voice whispers.

My eyes flutter open as a boy with a varsity jacket stands. He has piercings on both ears and he's awfully tall. I look up at him and honestly have no words to say.

"Olivia," He smiles. "I've missed you."

Missed me?

Than why didn't you come visit me or try to contact me?

I have no words to reply with.

"Talk to me Liv." He sits me down on the outdoor furniture. I sit as still as a statute. Barely breathing. I shake my head and look him in the eye.

"I have nothing to say to you." I walk into the house, him obviously following me.

"Then don't say anything. I just want to be with you."

"Well you should have thought of that a year ago, Zain!" I can't control the tears that are pouring out of me like a waterfall.

I run up to my room and slam the door shut. Zain pounds on it and I cover my ears with a pillow. I hear him slide down, his back to the door. I crawl under the covers and pull them over my head. Maybe he'll go away after I fall asleep. Maybe he'll sneak in. However it goes, I'm still going to get some sleep.

• • •

I wake up and my room is quiet. I look out the window and the sun is getting ready to set. I also notice the Malik's car is still outside. I guess they're staying for dinner. All I could really think about is that Mom lied to me. She could have warned me that the Malik's were coming. It would have given me ample time to take off before they came. I pull my hair into a ponytail and make my way downstairs. I turn the corner and all eyes are on me.

"Wow," Mrs. Malik gasps. "you sure have grown into a beautiful young lady over the year."

I smile. "Thank you." I go over to give her a hug.

Mr. Malik gives me a kiss on the cheek. Doniya, Waliyha, and Saffa give me a hug. I shake Zayn's hand and sit beside my Mother on the couch.

Zayn gave me a look that was a signal to go outside. I sigh to myself and wait a couple seconds after he's gone. I follow and cross my arms when I'm outside.

"What do I have to say to you?" I say, clenching my teeth.

"A lot of things." He replied.

"Like what? I'm not the one who disappeared suddenly without even letting my best friend know."

He was quiet.

"Answer me, Zain." A tear quickly rolls down my cheek.

"You're right. I should have told you."

"Then what's your excuse?"

"I don't have one."

"Of course you don't."

I roll my eyes and brush past him. He locks his hand around my arm. I jerk my body around and he pulls me in for a kiss. I pull away letting out a scoff. I raise my hand and slap him across the face.

I stay locked in my room all night, until there's another knock at my door.

"Hi Saffa." I smile, as she shyly smiles back.

"My brother likes you." She giggles, blushing brightly.

"Is that so? Are you guys leaving?"

She nods. "Your Mom asked me to tell you to come downstairs."

I follow her as she leads me downstairs. Zain was pulling on his jacket, smiling at me when our eyes met.

I hug everybody but Zayn. Instead, I give him a slight nod and watch as they all exit out the door.

"I sensed an awkward circle between you and Zayn." My mom tells me.

I groan. "We're not even friends Mum."

"You used to talk about him all the time when you were younger."

"But that was back then. I don't like him at all anymore."

My mom shakes her head in disappointment and frowns. She escapes the argument that was soon to unfold momentarily. I'm glad she left the room. I'm tired of saying, "Well, I'm not the one that left!" Even though I'm not, there's only so many times you can say that.

I curl under the covers and try to get some rest. But I hoped that I wouldn't dream of Zayn, I did. Not of now, but of a long time ago.

"Zain," I call to him.

I was in a lavender dress with light brown curls flopping around my shoulders. I had on white Mary Jane's. Zain's hair was spiked up and he was dressed in a black suit with a black tie. He jogged up to me and said, "Yes, Olivia?"

The sun sets quickly as darkness covered the sky. The stars peeked out and sparkled bright. He held my hand and we sat staring at the moon together.

I shoot out of bed. My room is dark, and the moon shines on my curtains. The clock reads 3:48am. I rise the blankets over my head and try to fall asleep again. But I can't. All I'm thinking about is Zayn. I shake my head. No, I thought. I can't be thinking about him. I hate him! I grumble frustratingly and head down to the kitchen. I fill a glass with some water then drop it before I can even take a sip. I scream and run up the stairs to my Mum's room.

"Mum! Mum! MUM!" I scream.

"What?" She groans, her hand wraps around my arm to get me to stop jumping.

"There's someone on the couch sleeping!"

She rolls her eyes. "Can I show you who it is?"

I shrug following her to the living room.

"It's Zain." She whispers.

"WHAT?!" I shout.

"He got into a fight with his Mom so he asked if he could stay here."

"You should've told him no."

She sighs, going back to her room.

My head leans in close to Zayn's ear. "Just because you're staying the night, doesn't mean you can go up to my room or talk to me."

"I wouldn't try." He whispers, which startles me. I fall on my back since I was so scared. He shoots up and helps me up.

"I can help myself." I growl.

He laughs. "I remember you'd tell me that all the time when you would get mad."

I don't answer him. I just go back up to my room.

"And you'd kiss me afterwards." He said, I stop at the third step of the stairs.

"In your dreams babe."

"That's so true." He winks.