Good Girls Love Bad Boys (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 48

I woke up, normally and then remembered I was in Zayn's bed, in his house, with his legs tangled with mine. I opened my eyes widely and untangled our feet carefully so he wouldn't wake up. He looks so cute when he's sleeping, like an angel.

The way his curled eyelashes almost touch his cheeks makes my heart ache, and when his chest rises and lowers to his own rhythm, it gives me another reason to love him. He looks calm, and I sometimes wish he could stay like that all the time, so he could escape from all this problems and horrible things in the world.

I wonder what I look like in his eyes, different maybe ? A good different ? I remember when I met him, when he told me I was different in the good way.

I got my shoes, opening the door and running like a maniac so no one would notice me, but slowing down a little when I was going down the stairs because it hit me ; maybe this will be the last time you take this stairs, said my subconscious attacking in the worst moment. Those stairs, the twenty-one marble stairs ; those stairs I took almost every day with Zayn behind me. I will miss this house. Not only the stairs but the house and mostly the people in it.

"Hey !" Louis screamed from the table in the backyard, next to the pool.

"Umm, hi ?" I panicked.

"What are you doing here ?" He got closer. "Did you and Zayn...?"

"No, and if he doesn't mention me please do not tell him I was here, okay ?"

"Yeah, I guess" he said and I ran outside to my car.

I breathed heavily once I was in the car. Yesterday night was amazing, apart from looking for drunk Zayn at the bar of course. I slept heavenly, with his smell in my nose and his steady breaths tickling my neck.

Today is going to be dedicated to college. I have to go to school to get my report cards from the past five years and all those weird stuff they ask from you in college. So first I called the school, the lady that answered told me I could go pick my papers up any minute.

I drove to school, still in my outfit from yesterday, and smelling kind of bad. The lady I talked to in the phone gave me my weird certificates and papers and everything. My literature teacher was there, too. We talked about Boston for a while. She told me she was really excited I chose to study journalism. She told me she could help me get into college too.

I then went to this place where they print out stuff and printed two tiny passport-size pictures needed for the admission thing.
They also needed my birth certificate and some of my parents information and all that jazz so I went home and gathered all the papers in a really nice blue folder that was I laying in my dad's desk.

My phone started ringing in my front pocket.

"Hello Riley my darling" I said.

"Hey, Rebecca and Riley here"

"Oh hey Rebecca"

"What did you decide about college ?"

"The Northeastern College" I said in my best impressionation of Louis's British accent. "Founded in 1898, Northeastern is a global, experiential, research university built on a tradition of engagement with the world, creating a distinctive approach to education and research. The university offers a comprehensive range of undergraduate and graduate programs leading to degrees through the doctorate in nine colleges and schools, and select advanced degrees at graduate campuses in Charlotte, North Carolina, and Seattle. Also Read it has like one of the best journalism departments"

"Uuu fancy" Rebecca said.

"Isn't that too far from home ?" Riley asked me in a kind of sad tone.