Under His Spell (Zayn Malik)

As he walked into class i found myself staring at his perfect structure, his hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight,his tattoos are visible through his thin white shirt. His fingers dragged through his dark hair....he's sooooo hot. I have been in this school for almost four years, nothing interesting happens here, the same typical cocky boys, and stuck up snobby bitches, but he seems different just by the way he looks, my thoughts are cut of as soon as our eyes make contact.

"Hey, is this seat taken?"he asks politely pointing to the seat next to me i take in his scent before quickly recovering,

"No,you can sit," i say.

"My name is Zayn ,I'm kinda new here,"he tells me shyly.

"whats your name?"he adds.