Realize (h.s.) ~ Editing

Chapter 4

(I know this is really late and I'm sorry! I'm horrible at schedules lol. Anyways, hope u like this chappie :) I'm gonna try to update more frequently.)

Alex’s POV

After Mr. Banks finishes announces partners, he dismisses us and everyone starts moving around to find whom they’re working with. As I look over to Zayn, he moves his desk closer to mine, attaching our desks together. I quickly look down at my lap, my whole body tensing up as nervous butterflies begin to set in my stomach. The fact that he caught me staring at him before already makes me feel somewhat uneasy, not to mention he’s freaking hot. Why am I such an idiot? Ugh. I really hope this won’t be as awkward as I think it’ll be.

I bite my lip and pick at the nail polish on my nails, not sure of what to say. Just as I am about to open my mouth, Zayn says something to break the ice.

“Is he always like that?” I lift my head to see his eyebrows raised, a small grin on his lips. I look over to Mr. Banks sitting at his desk, then back to him.

“Mr. Banks? Yea, unfortunately.” I let out a nervous laugh and he lightly chuckles. I hadn’t noticed how alluring his eyes are; they are a beautiful shade of brown, and he has these massive eyelashes. Kind of unusual for a guy, but it looks attractive on him./but it actually looks attractive.

“So…” I begin, “What do you wanna do for the project?”

He shrugs, leaning back in his seat. “I have no idea what were supposed to be doing right now.” He laughs and I do the same.

“I don’t blame you. I mean you just came in, he shouldn’t make you have to do it.”

“Tell me about it.” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head but still holds a faint smirk on his lips. The accent he holds is a little like Harry’s, but pretty different at the same time. Curiosity gets the best of me, so I decide to ask him.

“Where did you move from?” I furrow my eyebrows in question. I obviously know he’s from England, but I’m not exactly sure where.

“Bradford.” He answers and I furrow my eyebrows. Bradford?

“It’s a city in Northern England.” He elaborates and I nod my head in understanding.

“Oh, that’s cool.” I reply and he nods. I bite the inside of my bottom lip, not sure what to say next. “My friend Harry is actually from England too.” I mention to him and he raises his eyebrows.

“Really now?”

I nod. “Yep. He’s right over there.” I turn in my seat and direct my head towards Harry across the room. Harry’s eyes are on mine, but he quickly looks away before I can react.

Zayn’s eyes turn back to me. “Small world.” He says with a grin and I smile back. As Zayn looks down at the piece of paper Mr. Banks gave us, I can’t help but look at the tattoos scattered on his arms. I admire the tiger tattoo on his left arm, and so many other complex ones that I can’t quite comprehend. They’re just all over the place. How did he manage to get so many? They must of hurt like a bitch.