Imagines

Double Life (Zayn AU)

The flame burning from my lighter was enough to distract me from the pathetic converstion of my peers behind me. One girl was going on about the party over the weekend while the other one wondered if sleeping with the frat boy made her a slut. Yes. I flicked the flame off and then on again, enjoying the cool of the metal contrasting with the heat radiating off of the flame.

She walked into the room as if she was scared, looking down at the cover of her pink binder, and I rolled my eyes becaue it was absolutely ridiculous. Her jeans were a little too loose around her thighs, making her ass look not even half as good as I was sure it could. The sweatshirt she was wearing had to be three sizes too big for her as well and as she took the seat in front of me I found myself wondering what she would look like if I peeled off those layers.

"Hi," I tap her shoulder, flicking the lighter on again as she turns to me as if she is startled someone is even talking to her.

"Hi?" she says as if a question. I laugh a little and her cheeks turn a shade of pink before she turns back around and starts shuffeling through her binder. What does she even have in there? This is the first day of the semester.

"What's your name, beautiful?" I ask, tapping her on the shoulder again as the flame continues to burn. She turns to me once again with a look of pure annoyance, her blue eyes wide.

"Y/N," she replies, her cheeks still a slight pink.

"Zayn," I offer up my hand. She looks up at me through impossibly thick lashes and then at my hand before hesitantly grabbing it. Her hand is soft and smooth in mine and I hold on until she pulls away uncomfortably. The professor walks in and commands her attention in an instant and I find myself smiling as I slouch in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

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(You're POV)

I turn around and face the professor as he begins giving us a brief description of the class. I can still feel the heat in my cheeks from the slight interaction with the dark haired boy behind me, Zayn. I didn't want to take the seat in front of him, I knew he would be the type of person to distract the entire class, but of course it was the only seat left by the time I got here.

I have never been so late to a class in my life, well techinically I was still two minutes early but I liked to be at least ten minutes early for everything in my life. My mother, bless her soul, was always late for everything and I guess that rubbed off on me with an opposite influence.

"So no homework this semester, yeah?" Zayn speaks without even raising his hand. The entrie class turns around to see him smirking at the young proffesor.

"We meet again, Zayn Malik," the professor actually chuckles and I cannot believe what is going on. Zayn had the audacity to make such a demanding-not to mention rude!-remark in front of the whole class and the professor laughs. "Yes, Zayn, you will have some homework. I promise I won't kill you though."

I turn slightly to look at Zayn again, he is now chuckling and he looks at me and winks. I turn back around in my seat quickly, my face burning, as I try to ignore his overwhelming presence. The professor hands out a syllabus and then reads through each page with us. I highlight the dates of our midterm and final exam and then quickly pencil the dates into my planner.

"I wouldn't worry about it," I try to ignore his voice so close to my ear. I don't have to turn around to know that he is leaning over his small desk. "He always flakes on the exams. We won't have one."

"And how do you know that?" against my better judgement I find myself interacting with him. Bad move, Y/N.

"I took another one of his classes last year," Zayn says, tapping his pencil against his desk. I try to block out his interuption. I don't need to listen to this arrogant boy and his helpful tips if I don't want to. "Fine, suit yourself. I'll be sure to say I told you so."