Tranquil (Zayn Malik Fanfiction EDITING)

Tranquil (Zayn Malik Fanfiction EDITING)

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****It gets much better, trust me**** I waited for my friends in the food court of this gigantic mall. I couldn't see them if they were here. As I sipped my coke I got from subway, my eyes wandered through all the people that were sat around me, looking for my friends. I saw a dysfunctional yet happy family, a cute couple blocking out the rest of the world, and my eyes were suddenly glued to a mysterious boy who looked to be about 20. He had black hair that was up in a quiff, and it was quite cute. He had an amazing face profile, dark brown eye, and olive skin. His face was shaved clean, and he had the cutest smile. This boy was pretty cute, and alone. I looked down quickly when I had realized I was staring at him. He smiled at me and got up. I fumbled with my fingers as he walked over and put his hand on the chair facing me. "Is this seat taken?" He asked.
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I despise socializing with a passion. It's a fact: I'm terrible at it. Like the useless person I am with everything else except for academics. It makes me wonder if there was ever such a time when I didn't suck at it so badly. Oh yeah, the time when I haven't met my good old friend, anxiety. Along with it's most honorable sidekick, depression. I hate talking- more than necessary. I can't stand being touched- even if it's just a friendly hug. I, Aisha Storm, in general, don't like people. Years have passed and I'm doing just fine. Alone. That's what I was. Until some guy who I will never admit I found attractive showed up in my life. His smile sends pleasant chills down my spine. The ocean blue color of his eyes capture my attention. His muscular frame emit power, yet he's so gentle I find myself caving into his touch. Most of all, he's capable of stripping the wall I brought up to shun me from civilization with little to no effort. ☆☆☆ Second Book from the Obsession series ☆☆☆ (As always, you are not required to read my other books to prepare yourself for this one. It can be read as it's own. And don't be an asshole who steals my ideas. Love you all <3)

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