Seconds, Minutes, Hours

Zayn Malik has always been the school's bad boy. Snap your fingers and he'll have a new girl by his side. Look at him wrong and live to regret it. His skin is covered with permanent ink, his face covered with a permanent scowl. Even if you don't know him, you know to avoid him. The only people you'll see around are the girls who are always throwing themselves at him, and they don't exactly talk. Once Zayn gets what he wants, he moves on to the next girl. It's his life, and that's the way he likes it.

What no one notices is the watch Zayn is always checking. No one sees him staring at the numbers on the clock. No one hears him counting away the seconds. No one takes the time to care. But Zayn clings to those numbers. They are the only things that really matter to him. So how will he react when he starts to lose control, lose his focus? What will happen when the importance of the numbers begins to fade? And how will Zayn take the news that all of this, was caused by a shy girl who sat behind him in English.