Heartless (Zayn Malik Fan Fic)

Chapter Two

' I mean it actually worked!' Abbey squeeled, racing up to me, at lunch time, dropping her panini in her wake.

' What are you talking about, Abbey?' I ask her, as she lights up more.

' I ASKED DAMIEN OUT! HE SAID YES!' She screams. Most of the eaters in the atrium burst out laughing at Abbey's excitement. Ryan comes to sit beside us both. I grin at Abbey.

' Great, I'm pleased for you' I mumble. But really, I couldn't care less. 

' We're going to meet at the cinema on Tuesday, and watch 'sucker punch', it's going to be great!'

' Yeah, apparently that's really bad' Ryan adds, his darkly handsome face breaking into an evil grin. I nudge him, and grin. Abbey sucks her teeth at Ryan, and swears. ' Oooh, someone cranky!' Ryan teases.

' Whatever!' Abbey drawls. She munches her dirty panini, finally shutting up. Her eyes widen suddenly. ' Hey! I heard what happened last night! You and Zayn!'

I freeze, as does Ryan. ' You and Zayn what?' he asks slowly. I swallow hard.

' Oh!' Abbey said, eager to spill any gossip, as usual, ' they were seen by that guy in the year above, the were sleeping together!'

' Abbey!' I cry. I face Ryan, desperate to make moer sense, ' listen, Ryan, I just fell asleep while he was hugging me, big deal, or not? I had just fallen into a river, and I was freezing! He wanted to warm me up, OK?'

Ryan had a suspicious expression, I noticed, as he flicked his glossy charcoal black hair out his eyes. His face was pale as snow. ' I'm goin'...' he mumbles, standing up quickly, and leaving too quickly. He paused, then double up, and spewed puke across the floor. I jumped up, and helped him to the front office.

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Ryan went home pretty quick, after he puked, and I felt immensly guilty, I cared for him massivley, and for him to be told what had happened crushed me. I slumped to the desk, I was working on, revising for my exams. It was after school time, around 5:15 now, and I was exhausted. I got home late last night, Zayn had apparently carried me home last night. I smiled at the thought. I felt a tap on my back, and my head shot up. Zayn was sitting on the desk next to me, his school uniform tatty, his tie hanging loose, his blouse outside his belt, wearing huge clumpy high tops, strictly forbidden. I sat up straighter. He had an adorable smirk on his face.

' Hey there' he whispered. ' thought I'd catch you before you nodded off. You look awful'

' Oh, cheers, pal' I said sarcastically. This makes me disgruntled, but it seems to please Zayn. He smiles wider, showing a perfect set of pearly teeth. 

' Anytime-I know now that there is rumour that we have apparently slept together' he says incredulously, raising his eyebrows. ' I'll thank your bitch friend, Abbey, for that one'

' Shut it, Zayn' I snapped, throwing a piece of scrunched up paper at him. I grins and laughs. ' Abbey helps you! You deny it!'

' Don't care, ' Zayn said, folding his arms. I packed my things, and was just about to make my leave, before I turned back to Zayn.

' Aren't you meant to be out with your gang?' I ask. Zayn's cheeky smirk slides off his nice face. He shakes his head, gathering up his things as well.

' No, what's it to you anyway, nosey bastard' he mutters. I walk out, trying not to get angry. Zayn is on my tail again.

' Since when did you get all cosy?' I ask sceptically, as we cross the high school grounds, and up the short cut, Zayn still following me, his home in the totally other direction.