I Wish [A Zayn Malik Love Story]

Chapter 4

I looked in the full length mirror which was hanging from the wall in my bedroom. It was Monday morning, and I was just taking one last look at myself before leaving to go to school, which started in 45 minutes. I ran hand over my lacy black tank top, which was tucked into a pair of cuffed denim shorts. I wasn't a beautiful girl. I had pale, lightly freckled skin, hazel eyes, and medium lengthed wavy honey brown hair, with natural red highlights in the sun. I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat. I didn't have huge boobs, or a huge ass. I was literally just average. But today I felt different.

To be honest I've felt different since Saturday morning. A smile spread across my face just thinking about that moment when I'd given all of myself to Zayn. I felt more grown up now, more like a woman - not a girl.

I hadn't seen him since he left afterwards because he's been busy helping his mom around the house and stuff. I silently wondered if anything changed between us as I walked down the stairs of my house to the kitchen. I grabbed a red apple, and took a bite, kissing my mom on the cheek as I walked out the door.

I walked over to Zayn's house, standing on the porch as I normally did, waiting for him so we could walk to school together.

I was sort of nervous to see him. I mean, what if its just awkward. Or what it he's mad? Or what if he thinks I sucked in bed... Compared to Perrie, that was probably true. But... Worst of all.. What if it was just sex for him.. What if he just pretends like nothing happened, and ignores the subject completely.

Suddenly I felt like I was going to be sick, so I tossed my apple into the Malik's trash bin that was on the driveway.

Zayn was taking a long ass time to get outside, usually we'd be half way to school by now. I sighed and grabbed my earphones, plugging them into my ears as I listened to Zayn's band's song, 'One Thing'. I was starting to lose myself in the music. I had my eyes closed and I was flailing around like an idiot, singing along and dancing in the middle of their driveway.

Suddenly I felt a pair of strong arms around my waist, coming up to me from behind. I was engulfed by his delicious scent, and I couldn't help but giggle softly. I took out my earbuds and turned in his arms to hug him gently. I smiled sweetly up at him, dying to know what he was thinking at that moment.

"Heeeey, best friend," he said, grinning down at me.

"Hey, babe. What's up?" I asked him, nonchalantly as we started to walk side by side to school. He shrugged and looked down at me, something about his expression gave me a terrible feeling in my gut, he looked like a mix between nervous, sympathetic, and guilty. "Nothing really," he trailed off. I didn't like where this was going one bit. "I was just wondering if you could maybe keep everything that happened between us on the down low.. At least for awhile. You know, until everything with Perrie dies down." He looked into my eyes, sort of pleading. I felt my heart sink, and I again had that stupid urge to cry, but I pushed it aside. "Yeah, Zayn. Of course, anything for you," I said, trying my hardest to smile. He mock-punched my shoulder and thanked me, kissing my forehead softly before we went our separate ways to go to our lockers. On my way to my locker, I just kept replaying what Zayn had said over and over again in my head.. It seemed like he'd been ashamed to sleep with me, like he was embarrassed.

I didn't really blame him, to be honest. I mean, he was Zayn Malik - sexy, athletic, mysterious boy band extraordinaire that everyone in our high school adored. And I was a nobody, who didn't party, or sleep around. I was just there in his shadow.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek, falling down onto my books. I wiped a tear away, and tried taking deep breaths to calm myself down, but it wasn't really working. I felt like such a waste of space. I started walking through the hallway, and everything just seemed blurred.

I went to the bathroom and hid in a stall, letting all the traitor tears flow down my cheeks. During my emotional breakdown, I heard someone storm into the bathroom. They opened the stall door, and saw me, siting their with tears flowing down my face.

He didn't say a word, he just wrapped his muscular arms around me, holding me to his chest. I looked into his eyes," Are you ashamed of me, Zayn?" He looked like someone had just ripped his heart out and he shook his head, "Why would I be ashamed of the best thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life?"

AN: next chapter will be zayn's POV, I think :) please comment, tell me how I'm doing?