Switched | Zayn Malik AU

Journal

IMPORTANT:

I changed my username to headbxtchnarry so it's almost the same as my twitter handle (@headbitchnarry) :)

Constance's POV

"Can we postpone it please? For just one more day?" I was begging Zayn while he was walking away from the classroom. We have to move it to Saturday, half of the day wouldn't be enough for my plans!

"Ooh, this place must be so interesting that you want to have me all for yourself for one whole day!" He says while leaning on one of the lockers, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We can always cancel if you don't want it to push through."

"Woah... Feisty, aren't we? I'm just saying, I've cancelled all of my plans for tonight and I've got nothing else to do, so I don't know, since you were supposed to have me for tonight, maybe we can go somewhere?"

Who does he think he is, using his tactics thinking he could get into my pants?

"No thanks, Malik. I'd rather go home."

"You know what? That's actually a great idea! Let's go to your house!"

It probably wasn't a good idea, but he's been there before while he was still in my body... Besides, what could possibly go wrong?

"Fine. But we'll only be watching a movie. Deal?"

"Deal. We could go together after school?"

"Oh no, there's no way you can make me ride that bike again."

"We can take your car and I could have Louis drive my bike home for me, does that sound good?" He said and I nodded.

Wow. Me and Zayn coming to a compromise? That's a first.

"Okay. See you later Babe!" He says as he kisses my cheek.

He called me "Babe" and then kissed me! Since when did I allow him to do that?

I mean, fine, I like it, but what are we, exactly? We aren't even close yet! We're just about to get to know each other, remember?

After class, Zayn went outside the classroom and waited for me.

"No, Zayn. You cannot do that." I said as he attempts to put his arm around me. The last thing I want is to be talked about by the school just because he's got his arm around my shoulders.

"Okay." He shrugged. We walked through the halls and I can feel that everyone's looking at me.

When we reached the area near the lockers, Zayn reached out and held my hand.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked him softly.

"You need to calm down. No one's gonna kill you, no one's going to be a bitch to you, as long as you're with me. So we have to spend time together, okay?" He explains.

He doesn't know that holding my hand just makes my heart beat faster, but I wouldn't tell him that.

We went out of the school and drove to my house. My parents weren't home and only Maria was there.

"Oh hey, Maria. How's it going?" Zayn asked her as we entered.

She didn't reply. Instead, she blushed and then ran up to my room.

"You freaked her out!" I told Zayn.

"No, she must have been stunned by my good-looking face!"

"Or maybe she's just wondering why you know her name!"