Never The Same (A Zayn Malik/1D Story)

Chapter 3; Too Cliché?

A/N: Oh no! Zayn and Aiden end up as Physics partners. Hmm, too cliche? I think so too! But, it's adorbs, so it's k. Haha. 

And I see Harry making googly eyes at Mouse. Sparks? I think so. ;) 

Enjoy! 

--Bianca x

I groaned along with the other girls who found out that we’d be partners. 

“Now, go sit with your partners, so I can take note of who’s partners with who.”

That just put the cherry on top of the sundae. Great. Thanks, Miss Georgia. 

I sighed, picked up my stuff and made my way to Zayn’s table. I propped down on the seat next to him, setting my things on the table. 

Zayn continued to look opposite of me. 

“You’re still going to ignore me?” I ask, getting a little fed up with his attitude. 

“Ha, give me one reason why I shouldn’t.” He said coldly, making brief eye contact before looking away again.

What was his problem?

Before I could react, Miss Georgia decided to clap her hands together, silencing the whole class.  

“Since our topic right now is about gravity, I’m not going to make you write another thesis,” she said, making the whole class sigh in relief. 

“This is going to be different from the other projects I’ve given you. You can either a, write a song about gravity and film yourselves singing it, or b, make a short film about gravity. Or you could do both for extra credit, which I know you, Mr. Malik, need desperately.” she eyed Zayn, making him avoid eye contact. This was enough for me to love this teacher already. She didn’t care that he was from One Direction. 

“You’re going to show these to the whole class at the end of the month. Now discuss with your partner about your project for the rest of the period. Mr. Malik, I’m expecting you to actually take part in this project.” she looked at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Y-yes, Miss Georgia.” he stuttered. 

I tried my best to keep my laugh stifled. He freaking stuttered. This was too good. 

Aiden, stop it. I hear my conscience say. You don’t know what he’s been through. 

My conscience was right, what was I doing? I’m not mean like this. 

At first there was an awkward silence between the both of us, just sitting here, not talking. At all. But then, I decided this needed to get somewhere. 

“Look, we’re supposed to do this project together. So whether you like it or not, we’re going to talk at some point if you want a high grade. It’s clear that you don’t like me, and trust me, the feeling is mutual. We can just avoid the side talk, and speak only about the project. Deal?” I ask, bearing my eyes in his direction until he finally makes contact and nods, facing me. 

“Good.” I say, letting a smile escape my lips. 

Zayn’s POV 

I don’t want to talk to her. I don’t even want to look at her. 

Cause to be frankly honest, I can’t stop thinking about her, and this really isn’t helping. Spending most of my time with her isn’t going to help me forget about her. Thanks a lot for that, Miss Georgia. 

Avoiding eye contact was the best I could do, because really, if I looked any longer into her green/hazel eyes, I wouldn’t be able to think straight. 

And right now, I feel completely mental for hurting her yesterday. I just wanted to check if she had any bruises, and if she did, I wanted to be there to take care of them for her, besides, it was my fault she had those bruises. If ever she had any. 

When she started explaining the project, I couldn’t help but notice how rosy her cheeks were, how soft her lips looked, urging me to kiss them so gently. Her hair was so perfect, the way she made it fall over just one shoulder. And once again, her eyes bore into mine, giving me the same feeling I had yesterday when she shoved me against that wall. I was completely mesmerized. 

Those green eyes will be the end of me, I swear. 

I just wanted her. All of her. 

And her smile. It could brighten up anyone’s day, even mine, and that was saying something.

She reminded me of Snow White, and how her beauty effects almost everybody. 

...This wasn’t good for me. I’m supposed to be the tough one, not the sappy romantic, like the rest of the boys. 

I blurred out everything she was saying until she said, “Good, so I’ll meet you at my place at 6 later on? We can get that song started.” 

I quickly nodded and gathered my books, because without noticing it, the bell had already rung. She left with no goodbye, and honestly it killed me a little inside. 

On the other hand, I saw Harry’s eyes not leaving Mouse’s. A smirk crawled up on my mouth. That wasn’t an ordinary look that he’d usually give to girls. That just meant the flirt finally decided to settle down for one girl. 

// Later on // 

As I opened the door, Eleanor was with Louis eating carrots on the counter, Liam and Niall were playing soccer out in our backyard, and Harry was no where to be found. 

“Louis, where’s Harreh? Oh, hello, Eleanor.” I ask sheepishly. I just realized that I haven’t spoken to them as much as I used to. 

“Haz is upstairs, with that Mouse girl doing some physics project. Which is weird, because I haven’t seen him so immersed in school work.” Louis replied, chewing a piece of a carrot. 

“Hello, Zayn.” Eleanor greeted, smiling at me before taking Louis’ carrot and chewing on it as well. “‘Ey!” Louis said playfully. 

They made such a perfect couple. 

“Aw, Liam! That’s not fair! You cheated!” I heard Niall say. I looked over to the backyard and saw Niall throwing his head back. “Not fair!” Liam laughed it out, still kicking the ball around Niall. 

I placed my bag on the counter and decided to go outside to join Niall and Liam. 

“Mind if I joined you guys?” I asked, waving my hand. 

They both looked at me as if I were a caveman seeing sunlight for the first time. They both smiled and gestured me to come over. Wow, what happened to me? 

“Of course, mate!” Liam said, passing me the ball. I received it with my foot, and started dribbling it between my feet, before hitting the goal. 

I raised my arms up, screaming, “Goooooal!” I played with them for a while. It seemed like I haven’t played with them for the longest time. I don’t know why. 

I checked my watch, and it was 5:34 PM already, and I had to be at Aiden’s place at 6:00 PM, wouldn’t want to be late. 

Seriously what was happening to me? Since when did I care about grades? 

“Oh, I have to go to that Aiden girl’s place in a bit for our physics project too. I have to get ready. You guys keep playing.” I call out before running back inside and taking a quick shower and changing into a white shirt, khaki pants and a pair of white converse low cuts. 

I fixed my hair a bit, because even if I’m just going next door, it’s Aiden after all, and it would be rude going to a person’s home in just house clothes. 

5:52 PM. Don’t want to go too early. She might think that I’m... weird. Or something. I’ll just hang around til it’s exactly 6:00 PM.