For The Love Of A Daughter♥ A Zayn Malik Love Story

Chapter One

HELLOOO! im re-writing these begining chapters, because they sucked butt. so meow. thanks for reading! :) IM HYPER BA;OPEINGVG[ sorry.

BYE BEAUTIES. -liz xxxx :)

groaning, i sat up from my sleeping position on my comfortable bed. i threw off the warm covers and sleepily walked to the bathroom, closing the door and starting the shower. once the water was warm enough to my liking, i stepped in. quickly washing my hair and body, i stepped out into the steamy room. my body was wrapped in a towel as i looked through my closet at my variety of clothes. deciding on a black t-shirt and lightwashed denim skinny jeans, i grabbed my panties and bra and got dressed. once i was decent, i blow-dried my long black hair and ran a flat iron through it untill it was pin straight. once that thirty minutes had gone, i moved on to my makeup. i put a light layer of eyeliner on and curled my long eyelashes, applying mascara to them. walking back into my now steamless bathroom, i quickly brushed my teeth and spritzed myself with perfume.

i grabbed my car keys and backpack, slipped on my black vans, and walked into my silver buick.

starting the old engine, i pulled out of my driveway and turned on the radio.

thank god its friday.

and summer's only a few weeks away.

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"your late Miss Welsh" said my biology teacher. i took a look at his greasy grey curls and sat in my seat, not wanting anything to do with him. i looked to the empty seat on my right, happy no one wanted to sit by me.

"apart from Rose's interruption, today's is going to be a good day." he said, odly cheerful.

i sighed, wanting to be back in my room alone.

"The first reason that today is going to be great is because were learning how to demonstrate newtons third law of motion, followed by a lab. The second is that we've got a new, very promising young man in our classroom. you all know its hard to go to a new school, especially at the end of the year, so be kind." he said, stepping out of the room.

As soon as he left, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend back. I had moved to a new school this year. New kids. New town. But no new friends, so I stick to my old ones. I only have one friend, unlike most girls who have about 15. but shes great, so i'm not going to complain.

I quickly put my phone back in my backpack in case Mr. Stantan came back sooner that I expected.

i just want this year to be over so i can move back. i wish the past year could be erased from my memory. All the bitches and jerks. Being without my mom. Everything just sucked.

The door slammed shut, bringing my attention to the front of classroom where the teacher stood with a raven haired boy. His dark eyes met mine for a second and i quickly turned my gaze back down to the black desktop that my binder was sitting on.

"Rose, could you please move your bag, its occupying Mr. Maliks' seat." Mr. Stantan said, not sounding genuine about his 'kind request'

I groaned and moved my heavy bag to the floor, scooching as far away as possible from the empty, soon to be taken, seat next to me.

If you can't tell, interaction isnt really my thing. I have the social skills of a rock.

Hearing ruffling beside me, I carefully looked through my thick veil of bangs to sneek a peek at the 'Promising young man' beside me.

My breath hitched when his carmel eyes met mine once more.

He didn't introduce himself, so im guessing he has just as many social skills as I do.