Imagines

Double Life Part 2 (Zayn AU)

(Zayn's POV)

I try to limit my staring as I walk just a step behind her on the way to the town just up the road from the academic buildings.  I keep picturing her wearing those tight black jeans that hugged her tight ass and that tight black shirt and her lacy bra.  The damn mom jeans on her now area leaving too much to the imagination and aren't giving any of the males on this campus anything to go off of.

She opens the door to Subway and walks inside, the door nearly closing on my face.  Much to my surprise she orders a foot long with nearly every single vegetable they have to offer on the sub. 

She starts eating the sub, not paying any mind to me or anything else going on around her.

"So you're a bartender," I say because I literally have no idea what I can say to this mystery of a girl.  She looks up at me, the sub still in her mouth, and ignores my question. 

"I'll be right back," I excuse myself after I get through half of my sandwich.   Y/N pays no mind as I stand up and walk out of the small shop and to the curb where I light up a cigarette.

I pull the smoke into my lungs and let it sit there as I run my hand over my hair.  This girl is driving me insane as I sit there in awkward silence trying to get past the yard of glass on the way to her front door.  Never have I ever been presented with such a challenge in a woman.  She walked into class like one of those girls that just wanted to disappear into the crowd, and then she is the star of the show when the sun falls.  I cannot wrap my head around (Your Full Name) or her confusing and contradictory personality.

I head back into the shop and look around confused for a few moments.  My sandwich is still sitting at the table but the seat across from me is empty, no sign of ever having anyone there.  I grab the rest of my sub and run back out the shop, looking up and down the strip for any view of her.

"Fuck," I mumble to myself, grabbing another smoke as I start to make my way back to the house.

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(Your POV)

I see him walk out of Subway and look around, impervious to my vanishing act.  He lights up another cigarette and begins walking away, scuffing his boots on the cement sidewalk.

He has to get in my way, ask a million questions to get to know the quiet girl in class.  It boggles my mind and I want nothing to do with him or his impending lung cancer.  As I make my way back towards campus and the library.

I walk through the doors to the library and set up my laptop on an empty desk in the back.  Lost behind books is where I am most happy, no one trying to get to know me or take me out to lunch.

"You look familiar," the one with the too long curly hair from the other night takes a seat next to me and I cannot believe my luck.  I am not the kind of girl that attracts the attention of the opposite sex.  I purposefully wear loose fitted clothing and baseball caps to keep attention off of me.

How is it that I was able to stay under the radar in a small town?  For the last two years I have been bartending for friends parents, and even being hit on by some of the dads, and yet no one ever caught onto my nighttime gig.

"Why are you talking to me?" I ask, trying to give him a hint by keeping my attention on my laptop screen.  His arm goes over the back of my chair as he crosses one ankle over his knee and I try to contain the string of curse words that want to come out of my mouth.

"So you are," he smiles, "I think I prefer you in black."  I look at the boy with the audacity to hit on me in a library.  I don't even know his name.  His unruly hair is pushed away from his forehead by a large cloth headband; a dog tag chain dangles from his neck and clashes with the black t-shirt he seems to not take off.