The Girl In Love With Milk Tea

Awkward

Thea

What did I just see?

Ever since I practically jumped over oceans to get as far away from Zayn in the supermarket, my mind refused to let that image out of my head, I kept envisioning him with the pink apron that seemed to look awfully good on him. 

As far as everyone knows, Zayn wears black, blue or white. No one has ever seen him wear anything else and the awkward situation that took place yesterday, well this morning as I had seen him exactly at 00:05 AM in the dairy aisle that had traumatised me to no end. 

The angry yet scared looked into his eyes made me scared, realising that there is a reason why he has a feared yet admired reputation in our year and that has shaken me to the corner for the past 6 hours I've been awake as I wasn't able to even get a wink of sleep since the incident. 

I had sat on my wonderful bed that I love without blinking, stuck in my thoughts even though my bed looked awfully inviting - the milk left on top of the kitchen island as  I had not been in the mood to drink a lovely cup of creamy milk tea. 

By the time I made it to the campus grounds, there was a huge number of students already there either chilling on the grass or studying using the table they had provided and  I was hoping I could avoid Zayn without any embarrassing moments that could worsen the situation a lot more. 

I had done a tuck and roll at some point down the corridor as I had thought I saw the infamous bad boy Zayn Knight but it was a wannabe first-year student who seemed to idolise Zayn and in that tuck and roll stunt I pulled, I think I fractured my neck. 

Rose had looked at me weirdly throughout my whole paranoid phase where I would turn my head side to side every few seconds t omake sure Zayn wasn't anywhere near me. To others, it might not seem like a big deal seeing someone with a pink apron but to me, that is a very unusual and awkward situation that too it was the bad boy in the pink apron - who might terrorise me into never speaking again. 

Today has been an eventful day filled with horrific flashbacks of the past (well what happened yesterday which is technically the past) and my anxiety reached a new high from the revelation that Zayn could potentially kill me or ruin my little to nothing reputation I have here in university and in America I don't know what he is capable. 

I had gotten all my lectures out of the way and had made it outside of campus, letting out a huge deep sigh of relief happy that I had managed to avoid him for the day. 

I screamed when a huge heavy hand laid on my shoulders, twirling me around to face a white-clad chest that was tight fitting and looked very alluring. 

I'm in so much trouble.