Art z.m

(4) Blushes and leather jackets.

I was looking for fotos of Zayn blushing and I thought this one was the most appropriate lol enjoy the chapter x

Btw my New Years resolution to make my Makeup look that good on me.

Blushes and leather jackets.

After she had started her research on architectures on her little iPad she hadn't realised someone sit next to her.

"Hi."

Cyra quickly looked up from her iPad to meet a hazel gaze. The male sat next to her was undeniably extremely attractive. He was also wearing all black like her, and a really cool bikers leather jacket; just like her.

"Hi." they both gave each other a toothy grin.

"I'm Zayn." he said and shook her hand. It tingled.

She didn't know what hit her. She thought it was some kind of sick joke that such an attractive guy was talking to her. And he was wearing a leather jacket; just like hers.

"Cyra." She nervously smiled at him. Her hand still tingled.

Keep it cool.

"What a beautiful name."

She went red. Red, red. Jeez he was smooth with words and was wearing a leather jacket.

"For a beautiful girl."

She touched her cheeks with her cold hands to try and stop her cheeks from flaming.

He smirked, knowing what he was doing to her.

She cleared her throat trying to gain some control over the conversation. Because she was that type of girl. She needed control, that's why she didn't love, she didn't like not having control that's why she needed to get away from him.

"So how may I help you?"

Cyra internally cringed at how formal she sounded. 'He probably thinks I'm uptight and a stiff weirdo.' Although her hand still tingled and her face still had a slight blush. She never blushed and he needed to go away.

"I was just wondering why the teacher isn't here." The lie smoothly and sexily passed his lips. He had spent the whole beginning of the lesson looking at her, captivated by something she had and he couldn't pin point what it was. So of course he was that type of boy who can't just sit down on the opposite side of the classroom and not let her know that he was interested in her.

He kept on looking at her right in the eyes which made her feel uncomfortable so she she looked at his nose. It was a trick she had learnt while reading a magazine. Noses where better than eyes, right?

She broke eye contact with his beautiful nose and looked at her iPad. She didn't even comprehend how a stupid stupid nose could get that reaction out of her. She fucking hated that magazine. She was still blushing and the tingles weren't going anywhere, and he was still wearing that beautiful leather jacket that was making it incredibly hard to get rid of him.

"Well um he left. He set us some homework of designing and architectural piece and gave us the example of the Eiffel tour."

Guys only want sex, I only want sex. She kept on chanting in her head; he needed to go and so did the tingles and the stupid blush that stained her cheeks. She scrolled her iPad acting nonchalant about the whole situation, hoping that he would get the drift and go away with his stupid leather jacket.

He was surprised by how accurate she was. She didn't miss a detail of what had happened. His hand still felt weird. And it was slowly getting clammy, he was foreign to the feeling but loved the buzz.

"When is it in for?" He pressured on. He didn't want to stop the conversation with Cyra. He enjoyed the little chase she was giving him, and the buzz he was getting.

"I imagine it's for next lesson, he didn't specify." She tried to stop the conversation by keeping sentences short. He needed to go, and so did the tingles.

He continued finding absolutely any excuse to talk to her. Whether it was about the art foundation or where she came from. And she soon gave up on trying to make him and his leather jacket go and enjoyed the conversation.

They both learnt sweet nothings about each other that morning. She left class with his phone number. He left the class with a kiss on the cheek.

For once in his entire life, Zayn blushed life a school girl. Not expecting that from Cyra. And his hand still tingled.