Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Prologue

"Shocked you haven't blurted out any scientific formula's yet." Edward's lips turned upwards, forming a smug smirk, whilst Zayn just grumbled under his breath, eyes rolling in annoyance.

"Fuck off, Styles.." silently pleased, Edward turned away from the olive skinned lad, who busily sat there, fiddling with the papers on his desk. Observing his own table, he finds nothing but specks of dust littering on the wooden surface. He didn't even bother to bring a bag with him, since he knew that there was no point.

With emerald eyes darting to the clock every second, Edward waits impatiently for the bell to ring in his seat, which felt like him anticipating for the loud ringing made time go even slower than it already did.

Meanwhile Edward was fidgety and giddy, excited for the bell to ring, Zayn on the other hand, sighed exasperatedly, running slender fingers into his wild, birds nest that he called his hair, desperate, but somehow irritated at the work he's been given by their science teacher, a man who was in his 40's, with obvious hate toward students and everything else in general.

Zayn wanted to give up, but his stubbornness was stopping him from doing so. Various students and teachers have always told him that he was gifted, and that he was excellent when it came to his academics. Those words he's received several times never assured him though. In fact, they only made him more anxious and agitated, as he worried constantly about keeping his grades up.

Him being a people pleaser was also never kept as a secret. He loved making his mother proud, as well as seeing those beaming, prideful smiles his teachers would give him. Zayn was a child with many talents as he grew up. The young, Bradford native was gifted in all sorts of areas.

When he was at least six years old, his parents were shocked to see their son covered in the paint they used to store in the corner of their garage, and the white wall covered in different colors that seemed to blend in very well. That was the moment that they knew their boy was special.

Up to this day, Zayn still managed to keep up all of his outstanding, and fascinating skills. Though the expectations from everybody else would get a bit unbearable and overwhelming at times, he was happy with himself for being able to build himself a good life in the future, and still balance out his teenage life.

"Alright, class, that's all for today. You may pass your work tomorrow because if you're not finished that's your homework for today. Just make sure on Monday you.." his voice was drained out by the loud chatter of the crowd that was pushing and pulling at eachother, eager to leave the room as the bell rang loudly, blaring into their ears.

"Zayn! Buddy, come on! We've got lunch, mate!" Zayn smiled happily as one of his best friends came into view.

Niall.

Niall Horan.

Niall was the kid who everybody liked. Not only was his enthusiastic nature compelling, but his laugh and personality were to die for. Nobody could ever hate the Irish, fake blonde, even if they tried that hard.

"Excited for lunch, I see." Niall rolled his eyes playfully at Zayn's teasing.

"As if you don't know already. Let's go and find Liam!"

"Okay, okay, jeez, stop pulling at my wrist so hard."

"Oops."

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!WARNINGS! (this book may include):

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Explicit content

Triggering scenes