Infatuation // z.m.

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*AN: Listen to Disconnected by 5sos I was listening to it when writing this*

"SAFA! OH MY GOD GUESS WHAT?!" Sara screamed through the phone.

"What's the matter, Sara?" I chuckled. Sara always got super excited for the littlest of things, and it was adorable.

"Guess who's coming back after finishing his worldwide, super successful tour?!"

My brown eyes widened. No, it can't be Z-

"THATS RIGHT MY BROTHER ZAYN IS COMING BACK FOR THE SUMMER! AND HE IS BRINGING HIS GIRLFRIEND PERRIE ALONG!" I AM SO EXCITED! COME OVER NOW PLEASE!" She screamed and hung up, while I still had the phone to my ear, in shock. My heart stopped beating and I covered my face with my hands.

This must be a nightmare coming to reality, Zayn is coming back to Bradford. With Perrie.

To be honest, I don't despise Perrie. She must be a nice girl if Zayn is dating her. But whenever she's asked about Zayn, she should learn to think before she speaks.

And what's up with that dyed, grey hair she has now? She's 20, not 60.

Well, I thought, isn't this going to be a great summer.

After my mini meltdown, I went to take a shower so I could get ready to go to Sara's house.

I stood in front of my full length mirror, in my towel, examining myself.

What did Perrie have that I didn't?

I'm slim and I have curves in the right places.

I'm tall, and I have athletic legs because I did ballet until I was 16.

I have dark brown, wavy hair, that reaches until the middle of my back.

And because of my moms side, I have big boobs and a butt, you could think that's a great thing, it's not when guys keep staring at your chest instead of your face, but it's still a plus.

The only feature I truly admire on my face are my eyes. They're round and brown with flecks of hazel in them.

I could say I'm pretty goodlooking.

Who am I kidding, Perrie is beautiful.

With her sparkling blue eyes and perfect body and smile, no wonder she's with the most beautiful guy on the planet.

I shook my head and went into my closet, putting on a simple outfit of skinny jeans and one of my band t-shirts. I put a red beanie on so I didn't have to bother with my hair and I slipped on my black espadrilles.

My style's pretty basic. A few dresses, a lot of graphic and band t-shirts, flannels, jeans and some skirts. I sound like such a hipster right now, but it's true. I can't be bothered to dress up like a girl all the time.

I walked across the street to Sara's house, grabbing the key underneath the mat that Trisha leaves for me.

I unlocked the door and the heavenly smell of lasagna filled my nose. I walk to the kitchen and placed the key on the counter. I saw Trisha taking the plate of baked food out and placing it on the table. She looked up and saw me, her face instantly lighting up.

Trisha Malik is Sara and Zayn's mother, if you haven't guessed by now. She hates being called Aunt Trisha, because she thinks it make her sound old.She's a petite, pretty woman who loves to cook and bake. Her husband,Yaser, owns the biggest textile company in the UK, and he travels a lot so I hardly see him.

"Hi, lovely, good to see you again." She said, smiling. I offered to help her set up the table but she declined, telling me Sara was waiting for me in her room. I ran up the stairs and kicked the door open, which caused Sara to fall off her bed, screaming.

"WHAT THE HELL SAFA? Knock first for Gods sake! I could have been having sex with someone for all you know it!" Sara yelled, getting off her bedrooms carpeted floor. I chuckled and took my shoes off.

This is the main reason I love Sara, she has a sick sense of humor, just like me. We would crack innuendos at parties and only we both would know what they actually meant.

Sara looked just like her mom, but she had Zayn's eyes. Her hair was cut into a long bob and she was skinny, her pajama pants loose on her legs.

She came towards me, arms open. I hugged her and then sat on her big bed.

"So, you told me on the phone that Zayns coming back for the summer?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! Zayns tour finished yesterday so he's on a plane to Bradford right now! He would be landing tonight with Perrie! I'm so excited Safa, he hardly visits and now he's going to be here for three months!"

Great, just what I needed. Well Zayn Javadd Malik, I hope you're ready to meet this hot mess.

---later that night

I was still at Sara's house, and Trisha went to pick up Zayn and Perrie from the airport.

Me being nervous was an understatement. I was shitting my pants. I tried making myself look as presentable as possible, fixing my hair and making my makeup a bit more dramatic. But now I felt like a clown.

I was fiddling with my fingers, not even focusing on the movie we were watching. I kept looking at the clock, Trisha should be home by now.

I heard a car pull into the garage and my breath hitched. It was time.

Trisha unlocked the door and Sara and I stood up, ready to meet them.

The first person to walk in was Trisha, smiling from ear to ear.

"Welcome back home, love! Oh, and you remember Safa right?" She said, placing her bag on the sofa. I gulped and fixed my shirt a bit.

A figure came near the door, slowly walking in. He placed his bags on the floor and looked up.

His hazel eyes met mine and he spoke in his deep accent,

"Of course i do, hello Safa."

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chapter one finally!!! Okay so I was thinking of making an 8tracks playlist for this book soon, would you guys listen to it? And this is a boring chapter I know, but it'll get interesting towards the end!

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