Can I Stay? // Zayn Malik

Chapter 1

Becca's P.O.V

It was a typical Tuesday night. I was almost done with my assignment which was actually due on Thursday. I wasn't really the type to procrastinate when doing homework so lucky me.

After I finished the assignment, I glanced at my table clock. 10.12 p.m. it read. Since I don't have any class tomorrow and all my homework is done, I decided to stay up a little late tonight. I always stayed up late but this time it wasn't for homework. Besides, no class for a whole day is really rare. Except if you're skipping them.

I might sound like I'm a nerd but believe me, I'm not even close to one. I am really active on social media. I go to parties, but not too often. And I don't work at any video games store. I mean, I work to pay for my apartment but not as a cashier at a video game store.

I turned my laptop off and put it on my desk. I jumped to bed and started stalking someone on Instagram. It wasn't any crush or some cute guy's account, I was stalking Zayn Malik. That man is so fucking perfect. With that face and that body and that everything he has, anyone who rejects him is crazy. If he likes me, you're god-damned right I'll like him back. I've always dreamed of Zayn being my first boyfriend.

Yep. I never been in a relationship with anyone. I do have crush on guys but things doesn't seem to work out. I've been told lots of times that I'm pretty but that doesn't answer why I am still single for 21 years. Due to my lack of boyfriend experience, I sometimes feel awkward when my friends wanted me to be their third wheel. Especially when I saw them holding hands or kissing. I've always wondered how that would feel. Don't get me started with them telling how they get laid after a party. Guess I'll just have to wait for the right one to take my virginity away.

"It's been a long time since I stalked you, Zayn." I said as I scrolled through his profile. I liked all of his recent posts. I know, I'm that obsessed with him.

A couple of hours passed and I didn't even realize. I only realized it when a birthday reminder popped on my phone screen. It's 12 already? I thought with surprise. I wasn't that sleepy yet so I went to rewatch all of Zayn's music video on YouTube. I could never get bored of him. I thought as I squealed whenever Zayn's face appeared on the screen.

After a few videos later, I was starting to get sleepy. I decided to post an edited picture of Zayn on Instagram before going to sleep. I tagged him and put my phone on my desk. Then I got out of bed to make sure everything was locked. I took a while since I have a big apartment just for myself. Just as I was about to jump to bed, my phone beeped. Probably just some people who liked my post. I thought. I took my phone to set it on silent since I'm not really a heavy sleeper. Even the sound of a door being open can wake me up. I almost swiped the notification away when I realized that it wasn't a like notification. It was a Instagram DM notification.

From the one and only, Zayn Malik.

I screamed and and immediately jumped up and down on my bed. Is this for real? I'm not dreaming, am I? Zayn freaking Malik DMed me on Instagram! With shaking hands, I opened the DM. I was really curious what he would send me.

zaynmalik : Hey
zaynmalik : Are u still there?

I am literally shitting myself right now. I screamed of excitement again. "Motherfucking hell, this can't be true." I said in disbelief.

rebecca.aivy : Hi 😊
rebecca.aivy : Yes. I'm here
rebecca.aivy : Can I help u?

I stared at what I just sent him. Why did you put a fucking emoji there?! And the way you're asking him is too formal. Really?! Can I help you? A voice in my head nagged me. Fuck. What if Zayn thinks I'm creepy now?