Where to Go

Chapter 1

Taylors POV-

We are about halfway/almost done with the year, Zayn a senior,17, me a  sophomore ,15. (Going on 16 in a few months)  There's only a few months of school left, and I wasn't sure of what mine and Zayns next step would be after he graduated. I know he's saving up for an apartment, but  would we move in together? Go to a University? Or just break up. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it if he breaks up with me. He comes from a big family, so he has little financial help to go to college and find somewhere to live. Zayn found a small, decent job which put a small strain on our relationship. We haven't had as much time together, because he's always working. I know he's doing this for his future, but he seems to young to be doing this already. However, every morning he's there to pick me up and take me to school, and waiting outside every class of mine, then waits to take me home. I'm sure he loves me. I'm pretty sure I love him.... I think. Love is big. It's not something that you just easily realize. I remember when I first met Zayn....

I was in 8th grade, and he was the hot, mysterious sophomore all the girls had been talking about. It was the first day of school, and I was on my way to only class that wasn't in my Middle School, my Highschool class. The first day of school, I was very nervous. I didn't intentionally hit him, I was just a little too animated in the conversation I was having with my two best friends, Molly and Hannah. I was looking at Molly, when Bam! right into the back of his jacket. I was startled, so it took me a second to realize what just happened. My books and papers flew everywhere, and my bow had fallen out of my hair. I remember Molly and Hannah scrambling after my books, when he turned around, with a shy grin."I'm..sorry," I said. Oh my gosh. I can't freaking believe I ran into the hottest guy, in front of everyone! I already had felt my cheeks stinging, which made it even more embarrassing because I was blushing. My fair skin didn't help. "No, No. That was my fault. I'm sorry.....Here let me get these for you,'' He said while picking up the rest of my papers, and taking my books from my friends. I remembered I felt so stupid for not picking it up myself. I couldn't even say anything, I was so nervous. "Oh, your bow,"He said picking it up from the corner. "Ugh...here...let-let me,"He stuttered out, while sliding it back in my hair. I finally looked up from the ground and saw him blushing. I heard he was shy, and I definitely know its true now. It looked like we had more in common than I thought. I thought there was no way, we'd be what we are now. I looked up at him, but looked back down nervously. "Thanks," I muttered, with a small smile. I could tell he was just as nervous as me, which made no sense, because really there isn't anything to be shy about. I just have problems with meeting most new people. It takes a little for me to warm up and trust you, but its even worse if your hot on top of it.  It's very rare if I'm not shy around you when we first meet. You'd have to make me feel welcomed to do that."Yeah, no, no problem. Ugh, why don't I take these for you to your next class?" He said still holding my things. Gosh! I remember I felt so rude for not taking them from him in the first place. I couldn't even think, because so many people were watching. "Oh ugh....no its okay. I've got it," I made out, grabbing for my  books and forcing a smile. My cheeks flared again. He didn't let go of them,"No, really ,I insist. It's the least I can do," He said hurriedly. I knew if I argued, I'd only embarrass myself further, so I let him take me to my next class. He tried to make it less awkward by joking about what happened, which worked, but I was still nervous. Zayn walked into my classroom and set everything down neatly on a desk. I did not expect all of that :) I noticed when he set them down his hands were shaking. He's hot and cute? Gawd, I wanna die right now. Why was he shaking? Surely, he couldn't still be nervous, I mean come on, I never thought I was the type of girl that would make the so called "Bradford Bad Boy" question his ego. "Are you okay? You're shaking," I asked. He stuffed his hands in his pocket quickly. "Ugh..yeah, yeah, ugh..It was nice..bumping into you," He smiled timidly. So cute. I laughed,"You too." He turned around and I could see him shaking his head at his very cute, yet dorky farewell, The next hour he bumped into me on purpose, mocking me. We laughed about it, and from then on, we slowly came out of shells, and really got to know each other very well. We became best friends, with secret crushes on each other, until finally two years later, the middle of my freshmen year, junior year for him, he told me he liked me. Zayn took me out for segway race through town and then a movie afterwards. Yes that's the type of person he is. Very interesting dates I'll say. From then on, we've been dating, about a year and a half., but we've know eachother/been best friends for three years now.

We were inseparable all of those years. Now, since he's working all the time trying to save for an apartment, and me with school, we sort of lost touch. Not majorly, just it feels like we haven't been as close. *Bell Rings* Wow, I just wasted a whole hour of  Algebra 2 thinking to myself. An hour well wasted! It was last period anyways. Then, I realized Zayn's out there waiting for me, so I run out of the classroom to my locker. Grabbing my things, I flew open the doors and ran down the steps to Zayn leaning up against his '2000 Chevy. I will never understand how he always beats me out, ready to go, when I just am getting my things. Boys. "WHOAH," Zayn said with big eyes, watching me come at him. I dropped my bags and flung my arms around him. He pulled me tight to him with one arm, and stroked my auburn hair with his other hand. "This is different,"He said breathlessly,"I like different." I looked up at him and smiled,'' I just missed you." His hands moved to my face, holding me in between them,"I'm right here, but I still missed you more." Zayn kissed my nose. I stood on my tip-e-toes to reach his lips better. He already knew what I wanted and beat me too it. This kiss was different than normal. It was tender and sweet, no tongue, unlike most of our make out sessions, definitely not that I'm complaining about those ;) He pulled back," Come on you. We've got shopping to do for our new apartment!" OUR new apartment?! He got an apartment?! AND he's sharing it with me?! I guess it's settled, I am moving in with him after school.