Abbie Allison Styles -English version ~(One direction, Zayn Malik, #Wattys2020 )

1~ No one asked you

"Styles!" the screams of Mrs. Parker came to my ears making me wince.

"Yes, Mrs Parker?" I smiled falsely at the crazy old woman, unleashing her wrath.

"If you don't stop using your phone right now, I'll slam you out." She announced.

It was about two hours and half that the crow kept talking and I couldn't stand it anymore. Furthermore, I was sure she hated me. I mean, I had excellent marks, but when she was in the classroom, my deside to study and my kindness going to fuck themselves.

During the prom the previous year, she spilled a glass of orange juice on my dress and kept asking me sorry, but I saw a malicious smile on her cracked lips...and yet, I hadn't done anything to her. Despite this, my aversion towards her was insuperable.

Right in front of me, my best friend Cleo Smith, was sitting on her chair following the lesson and taking notes. The decision of moving her, had been taken by Mrs Parker, no doubt. She said we couldn't sit together and I didn't know why yet. She was the type of teacher who always tell your parents you're bad even though you haven't actually done anything, and hate you endlessly with no reason. Well, that was Mrs Parker, just her name made my stomach turn.

Thinking about her, I was getting really bored so I wrote on a little sheet of paper and threw it to Cleo, who noticed it but kept listening the teacher without moving a finger to catch the little paper under her feet.

"Psst...Cleo", I whispered hiding behind her shape.

Nothing.

"Please...Cleo!" I said again, this time a little louder, moving my desk silently to be closer to her. Nothing, again.

"CLEO!" I screamed covering my mouth with my hand immediately after that.

A second later, everyone was staring at me.

"Uh...Cleo...I just wanted to ask if you could move...so that I can take some notes.." I said feeling my cheeks getting red.

My friend did as I told her.

"Okay, guys. Let's back to us." Mrs Parker gave me an evil look and I was getting really pissed off.

Another ten minutes went away. The more I looked around, the more I got bored. Drawing on a notebook full of scribbles, I was thinking about a thousand other ways to get out of there, so I stood up.

"Mrs Pa.."

"Get out of there!" She screamed really upset pointing at the door.

"Wow! You're a mind reader!" I replied while my class mates burst into laughter. I left silently.

"I am free!" I told myself with relief walking towards the café. As I got there I heard a familiar voice.

"You've been kicked out again, haven't you?" The boy was laughing right behind of me.

"How do you know that, bro?" I asked before ordering a cup of coffee.

"My class isn't far from yours and Mrs Parker's screams can be heard even miles away from here." He laughed hugging me.

I smiled focusing on a boy who was walking towards us. He was tall with dark skin and black hair. I recognized him as my brother's best friend, Zayn if I wasn't wrong.

"You know, if you fail another test you'll get to face mum." Harry said a bit worried.

But maybe, I was too busy staring at Zayn to hear what he was telling me. Well, his slow gait, his hands running all over his head to fix the hair.

He was the most desired boy, but the rumors said that he had never had a girlfriend, let's say I didn't believe it.

"Abbie?" harry brought me back to reality messing up my hair.

"What? Hey! You know I can't stand it, don't you?" I moved his hand from my hair.

"I do. So what are you going to do with m.."

"Shut up, I haven't got a bad mark yet. Everything will be alright! I'm the best among the class." I assured him taking a sip from my hot coffee.

"You're wrong. I am the best." Said Niall joining us.

"Just believe it", I replied getting a tongue out. "Anyways, what are you doing here? Mrs. Parker lets out one at a time."

"You were an exception and when hunger calls, you know, you need to answer." He said ordering his favorite sandwich. –"I'll have this one please." His phone started to ring, "Unknown...it's the third time they've called me.." He said annoyed.

"Maybe it's the hunger, come on answer", I replied with sarcasm.

"You're the worst I know at telling jokes", I laughed.

Zayn joined us too, he waved his hand to my brother and Niall and then gave me a quick glance without saying anything. However it seemed more like he was staring at me with those expressionless eyes.

"Zayn, what are you doing here? Have you been kicked out too?" Harry asked him with a slight laugh.

As soon as the boy heard my brother's voice, he closed his eyes shaking his head.

"Teachers break my balls", he said annoyed putting his hand in his black jacket's pockets.

"I agree!" I declared taking one last sip of coffee.

Zayn turned his head to me raising his eyebrows with that authoritative look: no smile on his face, almost like he wanted to say 'no one asked you'. Then he turned to my brother again. I felt a bit disappointed while staring at him thoughtful.

"Abbie! Abbie!" The blonde-haired waved a hand in front of my eyes interrupting my thoughts. "Oh, I get it! You're thinking about a boy, aren't you?"

"What? My baby's not thinking of anyone." Harry said wrapping my waist. "There's only me."

Zayn turned on me again. I felt myself blush. Harry's hold was getting too tight and I started to cough. My brother hit my back several times with his hand.

"You're an idiot!" He laughed.

""You're hurting me dick-head!" I replied moving away from him and sighing.

Shit.

Zayn burst out laughing, a smile every now and then did't kill anyone.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"I am, now." I was thinking about socializing with the silent boy to discover if he was angry with the entire world, or just with me.

"My name's Abbie, nice to meet you.." I said holding out my hand towards him and smiling.

"...Zayn.." he replied impassive looking away and keeping his hand into the pockets.

Well, I felt pretty stupid. It was obvious he didn't like me, but I wanted to know why. My brother had always told me he was like this, he just didn't like people, but I couldn't understand his behavior.

Obviously, he was never alone; he always had a group of guys to talk with, which, despite my brother and Nial who was my classmate, I didn't know well. I would have never meddled in, Harry didn't like it. He didn't show me but I could deel it.

The bell rang a few minutes in advance and classes began to empty, I said goodbye to Harry and Niall then I looked for Cleo though the crowd.

"Good!" I put my hand on my waist raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, but I need a good mark in Physics.." I interrupted her laughing.

"Come on, I'm joking! Let's go", I said taking her hand and dragging her to the canteen.

I passed by the table where my brother was sitting and raised my middle finger waiting for him to do the same; that was how we did but we loved each other.

***

"Abbie! Zayn is staring at you", Cleo told me looking carefully at the table behind my back.

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