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Never once was the yearbook editor, Zayn Malik looked at more than once. His appearance shames him. The scruff of his chin and ink spilling out of one of his mums knitted sweaters leaves him torn between snubbed and feared for his ruff exterior. To speak to him, you'd laugh at how off you were to be intimidated by a living social idiot.

Double takes and long gawks adorn the new girl, Perrie Edwards, as she sails through the hall. Her aura of sunshine is all it takes to appease a passerby. Golden strands of hair whip around her shoulders and on her porcelain cheek; she brightens her baby blue eyes with a beam of a smile. Her presence is overwhelming to say the least, but her warmth of heart is the first thing people recognize her for.

These two cross paths, and begin to weave one of their own. They unearth sides of each other nobody has ever seen before, for better or worse.
Much worse.

Only thing that can save them both from their own feelings?
Letters.