Keep Me Safe (A Zayn Malik Fan-fiction)

Keep Me Safe - Chapter 1

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~Liv

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I sighed and leaned my head into the palm of my hand, doodling in the back of my notebook. Mr. Henderson was talking about ancient Eygpt, which was like the perfect naptime story. But I had to stay strong and finish this drawing!

I glanced at the clock that was overhead and noticed that there was only 15 minutes left until I was out!! Until tomorrow that is. Staying awake shouldn't be so hard, right?

I sighed and finished the drawing of me and my boyfriend, surrounded by hearts. We were both holding half of a heart and the pieces were just an inch away, our arms reaching for each other.

"Emma? Can you please read the next paragraph?"

I jumped, startled. We were in the textbook?! I didn't even have mine out..

I stuttered," Um.. Sure?"

I started quoting random things that I'm sure weren't even in the textbook.

"Cleopatra was a snooty lady who had so many lovers that they had to do such quick appointments with her. They.. Um.. They were quickies?"

The whole class tried to stifle their laughs but failed terribly. I hung my head low and slapped my forehead, the sound making an audible thwack.

Mr. Henderson strode over to me, his heels clicking against the floor. Was he wearing high heels? Do we have a drag queen for a teacher?!

I could even imagine him in a bright pink dress, with bright pink shoes on. And  then the ugly violet colored lipstick! This was coming together so well..

A ruler rapped against my desk, crumpling the piece of paper I was drawing on. My artistic heart broke a little bit. That was actually a good drawing!!!

I mumbled,"Huh? What were you saying Mr. Drag Queen?"

Shit...

That left my mouth didn't it? It did. I'm screwed. I could've sworn his eyes turned red, his face purple, and his feet started tapping like an Irish elf. Or maybe I was hallucinating..

He shouted,"DETENTION!"

I bit on my lip to stop anymore words from coming forth. I watched his face change colors and I shook my head.

The bell rang loudly, the class going back to normal. I packed up my tihngs and folded my drawing up carefully, tucking it into my pocket. I sighed and put my bag on, gliding through the door.

I made it to my locker by speedwalking and I stuffed the books I didn't need into my cluttered locker, checking my appearence. I threw my hair into a bun with a stray hair tie that was on my wrist and slammed my locker door shut.

My phone rang in my pocket and I pulled it out, answering.

"Hello?"

The Bradford boy spoke,"You ready yet Em?"

I smiled. "I'm ready. I'll be out in a sec."

"Alright. I'm waiting with Paul."

"Kay."

I hung up and put my phone back into my pocket, walking out. I'll tell Mr. Henderson that something came up.

The sun shone down on me, heating up my skin quickly. I shivered and looked for Zayn. He was leaning against the car, his hands in his pocket.

I patted my pocket and heard the crinkling of the paper. Zayn spotted me and smiled, waving me over.

I practically skipped over to him, leaping into a hug. His arms wrapped around my waist and he bent down, placing a kiss on my forehead.

I blushed and smiled widely. He opened the door for me and I slid in, fastening my seatbelt. Zayn sat down next to me and put the car in gear, pulling out of the parking lot.

I asked,"Where to?"

He answered,"I've got a band meeting, I'm dropping you off at home, alright? I'll drop by later, I promise."

I nodded and pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket, just as he stopped at my house. I picked my bag up off of the floor and dropped the drawing on the chair, walking out.

I waved. "Bye Zayn. Love you."

He grinned. "I love you too Emma."

I unlocked the door to my house, the smell of my mother's cooking wafted through the air. My mouth watered and I closed the door, prancing to the kitchen.

Spanish music blared from the radio and I danced to the beat, bumping hips with my mom. She laughed and continued cooking the food that was in the pot, occasionally adding salts and spices to it.

 I kissed her cheek before saying,"I'm gonna go do my homework!"

She nodded and I skipped out and up to my room. I changed into comfy clothes which included sweats, and my fuzzy socks. I flopped onto my bed and spilled my bag out, my books falling out like a waterfall.

I sighed and tackled the first homework. Algebra.

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I sighed and put all my books back into my bag, curling up on my bed. I was hungry and incredibly sleepy. I'll just call Zayn and cancel.... After my nap.

I sighed and grabbed my phone dialing Zayn.

He slurred,"Huulloo?"

Was he drunk? It's only 6.. I rolled my eyes.

"Never mind Zayn. Never mind."

I hung up and shut my phone off, going back to sleep.

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