The Girl In Love With Milk Tea

Zayn

Thea 

I had managed to avoid Mel and her wrath the whole day making sure to steer clear of the buildings where her lectures would be happening at those specific times.

 By the time I had gone to the cafeteria to grab a snack and a drink, I had caught Zayn looking at me, well staring at me. It was weird and unnerving as we had never spoken before - except right at the start of this semester where I had been new to America and it was everyone's first day at university. 

He had sat next to me as we had still yet to get our timetable or assigned tutor, Mel had gone to the bathroom and he had sat in her seat waiting for his timetable and tutor name, he had smiled at me and I smiled back and said a quick hello and he seemed to be shocked when he heard my British accent. 

"Are you British?" He asked moving closer, interest evident in his eyes. 

"Yes, yes I am," I replied - already tired of telling everyone that I am British every time they hear my accent. 

"That's cool," he mumbled and then had turned around to the lady behind the desk as she called his name out. 

"Nice meeting you, bye!" He speedily replied with a wave and left to get his things and that was the last time I had spoken to Zayn Knight. 

 Throughout the year that had gone by, I heard various rumours about Zayn and I wasn't sure if I should believe them or not especially since he seemed decent when we spoke but then that was the start where no one knew each other so it made sense that people were nice. 

He had never been interested in me and I was never interested in him and through that our paths never crossed, my life continued on but without him in it and I was fine with it. 

Mel would talk about his day and night, she seemed to be infatuated with him and I couldn't blame her. 

He was of Italian descent, looking like a Roman god. Scrap Greek God, Greek gods looked inviting and welcoming whereas he was the opposite. He had all the features that showed that he was Italian, the raven wavy locks, smouldering hazel eyes and tan brown skin that gave off a mysterious vibe. 

He hung around Mel and I's favourite cafe that we visited quite frequently as I enjoyed a good cup of hot chocolate and Mel loved the latte they make there, we also go there with our other best friend Rose. This made it easier for Mel to ogle him without any shame and distractions, she would barely listen to me when the, 'Italian hottie' which were her words,  was standing within two feet of us. 

She often forgot that Rose and I were there and it resulted in Rose and I talking about random things, through this Rose also became another best friend who was more of a sister now as Mel and I had only met her a year ago but now it felt like I had known her forever.