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*Liam's POV*

"Didn't get much sleep, did you?" Louis asked as I dragged myself alongside him towards our usual breakfast table; sleep seemed to have clouded up most of my brain, making it merely impossible for me to even think.

"No" I mumbled as I laid my head down on Louis' shoulder.

Why, may you ask? Well, how was I expected to have a good night’s sleep when I was too busy being scared for the majority of the night? All because of a missing room mate; Zayn never returned to the dorm last night. God knows where he stayed; perhaps he stayed out the whole night, or stayed at a friends’ (though, I doubt he has any) or maybe, he was secretly plotting on how best to murder me. 

But wherever he had been, he was still there as after receiving an approximate of one hour of sleep and waking up to the blazing sun in the morning; he still wasn’t back.

"How was Malik?" Harry asked as he joined us; shooting Louis a cheeky grin.

"Don't you even ask" I grumbled, pouring myself some juice. "He ignored me, and then stormed out and oh then, never returned"

"Isn't that supposed to be a good thing? You got the whole dorm to yourself" Louis said which earned him a sharp glare from and silent chuckle from Harry.

"You would think, wouldn’t ya? But no, I was bloody scared. I even had a thought about him strangling me in my sleep, wasn’t nice lets just say" I scoffed and then proceeded to smash my head against the surface of the table, my eyes closing almost instantly. Maybe, I could get some sleep before my first lesson.

"There he is!" Niall exclaimed from behind me and my head snapped up so quick that I surprised it was still attached to me. I glanced towards where Niall’s finger was pointed and was immediately greeted by Zayn's tan figure; like yesterday he was dressed in simple, black clothes. 


Before I could even react further, he was out of the door.

My untouched tray of breakfast went straight in the bin and I grabbed my phone before following Zayn’s steps. I made my way outside, ignoring the nagging feeling that clearly warned me to not follow Zayn. I mean, just a minute ago I was scared about him murdering me in my sleep and now I was following him? My own actions didn’t make sense to me but went with them, anyway. I ran towards the football pitch where I last seen Zayn’s figure disappear towards. He froze, suddenly; he must have heard me. As he turned around, his narrowed dark hazel fixed on me; I couldn’t decide if he was angry at my actions or not, so taking the risk, I walked closer to him.

"Where were you last night?" I asked; surprisingly my voice wasn’t as shaken as I felt.  Just like yesterday, there was no reply; he just stared. A stare that wasn't exactly normal; it was as he could see right through me; pick up my heartbeat, my thoughts, and my emotions.  It should have instantly made me turn around and walk away but that some part of me was attracted to this – wanted for Zayn to stare deeper.

But I forced myself to snap away from his glaze.

"Are you ever going to answer me or am I going to be the only doing all the talking?" I snapped; annoyed and frustrated. At my words, Zayn finally looked away, a small smirk forming on face before he shook it slightly.

"Go away" He replied; and holy shit. Why did no one tell me that he sounded like a freaking sex god? Words seemed to flow out of his mouth; delicious-like and smooth – yet hoarse and husky.

Did he expect me to just follow his words as I was some lost puppy – nope. That was not happening.

"What do you mean just go away?" I asked as I stood before him. 

I, again took advantage of the silence Zayn created, running my eyes over his features again; he was like some Greek god from up close, completely flawless; well defined face with a perfectly structured jaw line and sharp cheekbones and overall…hotness.

"Are you always this nosy?" Zayn, finally, spoke up breaking me out of my thoughts.

"No, not all. Just with people as stubborn as you" I commented back, sarcasm dripping at every word. I frowned in confusion when Zayn shook his head yet again; a tiny chuckle leaving his mouth.

"Liam. I find you really interesting, you know that?" He said and the dreaded moment came again when he locked his eyes with mine again and somehow I felt like those words meant much more than what I seemed to really understand of them.

Pushing his words aside, I focused back on my purpose over having this conversation with Zayn.

"Where were you last night?" I repeated myself.

"None of your business" He hissed; the amused look no longer visible. I knew I crossed a line there.

"Right. That’s fine, okay." I sort of whispered to myself. I got the hint; this was the end of the conversation and therefore, I turned away from Zayn taking small steps back to the cafeteria.

A sigh escaped my mouth; I wondered again why I was left to deal with such a stubborn room mate?

"Wait" That word echoed around in my head for a second before I took them in and flipped around to face Zayn again.

  

"What?" 

"Name’s Zayn, Zayn Malik. You know, in case you didn’t know" He replied.

What did I expect for Zayn to tell me? Obviously, he wasn’t going to tell me anything anytime soon. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him and turned around again, calling Zayn out a quick “I know”

[ There you go. Hope that was good. I know it was short but I am still getting used to the plot and I am still planning this story out. But I promise they will get longer. ]

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