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How bad do you want to loose it sometimes? To let go? To have that sense of freedom just for a little while? And what happens when you screw up during that small window of freedom and it just drags you back to reality? I guess i screwed up big time especially after i met him.
He was one hell of a man, infact im not even sure i can call him that. He was satan himself. He lingered around the college building, Always a cigarette in between his lips, and wore this leather jacket that literally seemed to be a part of him. He wouldnt miss classes though which was strange but you'd expect someone like him to do exactly that. He would attend each class of his and get the grades too, yet again as i said before this was strange. His name was Zayn Malik, it means king, which seems fitting though because he sure as hell acted like one. He wouldn't give anyone the time of day unless they worshipped him....which they practically did. Well except me of course.
I was your average student, pretty average grades, friends and stuff. Nothing special about me though....or so i thought.
I sat on the grass of the school yard, a pencil in between my teeth thinking of how to write my literature assignment. "excuse me?" said a scared voice. I looked up and saw a kid standing there well a freshmen. "yeah?" i asked raising my eyebrow at him. "are you y/n?" he asked. "yeah." i answered. "ummm mr malik wants to see you." he said quiet scared. "mr malik? You mean zayn? Why did you just call that ass mr malik?" i asked. "he told me to." he said, his face reddening. "well im not going to him and you should stop being his messenger." i commented. "if i dont he wont let me use the bathroom." he said. "wow such a bully he is! Tell a teacher ? Or the principal? Id love to see his sorry ass out of college." i shrugged.
"would you now?" i heard a smooth british voice behind me. "so as i was saying complain." i said to the boy , ignoring zayn completely. "shoo." said zayn to the boy who ran of scared. "dont be an ass to him Zayn. He's a kid." i said angrily but not even giving him a glance. "this conversation would be much more fun if you actually looked at me." he said in his sultry voice. "i would if you were worth it." i said giving an offhand comment.
I felt his finger under my chin as he lifted my face up to face him, while he squatted down. "Im definitely worth it babe....the question is are you?" he asked with a smirk. I wanted to glare at him, instead i found myself merely staring into his brown eyes. His lips curved into a half smile and i immediately pushed him away. "dont touch me." i said.
"trust me. You'll be begging me to touch you one day." he smiled. "im not like all those other girls." i said. "i know....theres always something different about you." he smiled. "you dont get it....im different...if i were you id stay away." i sighed. "actually id be with you even more. I love a little mystery. Keeps me entertained." he added. "so im a form of entertainment?" i said. "yes and no." he answered. "how so?" i asked. "You will quench my curiosity and be an entertainment." he grinned.
"keep dreaming." i said, collecting my stuff and getting up. He grabbed my arm, his lips a millimeter away from my ear. "dreams are for those who choose to live despite the death like sleep they are in....not for those that despise this world." he said as he let me go.
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