Smile [Ziall]

08.

I was in my room, doing my homework.

Keyword, trying. My mind was still racing, going over what had just happened a few hours ago. But I tried not to over think and concentrate.

It was late evening now, and our classes were over. Louis and I were in our room, attempting to do our homework.

Well, I was actually making an effort while Louis was just playing Angry Birds on his phone, his tongue poking out in concentration.

I rolled my eyes adoringly and then averted my eyes back to my textbook as Louis cheered after passing a level.

After a few minutes, I gave up with a huff, resting my head down on my books.

I can't stop thinking about Zayn.

Not that I ever stop thinking about him for a second ever since I saw him-- wow that sounds so Shakespeare, ugh-- but today's events were playing again and again in my head.

As if I thought Zayn couldn't be any more perfect, he proved me wrong yet again.

Zayn actually recognized me when we bumped into each other. He treated me like a normal person, he treats us all here like that.

But most of all, him giving me two apples instead of my usual one touched me. I decided not to look too much into it though, but I kinda was.

Zayn was just being nice, that's how he is. A helpful, caring soul.

He didn't give me an extra apple because he likes me, but because he wanted to apologize for bumping into me.

I'm not someone special to him. I'm just a patient here and-- damn here I go again with the overthinking!

I pulled back from my desk and trudged over to my bed, falling facefirst in it.

A few seconds later, Louis poked me from his own bed beside me, and I looked up.

Louis rolled his eyes. C'mon. Speak up. What's on your mind? He signed, then snickered at his bad pun.

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself into a sitting position.

Stop over-thinking about Zayn. He wants you. Trust me Irish, Louis added cheekily, leaning his chin on his knuckles.

I scoffed yet again, pulling at the sleeves of my sweatshirt.

I'm overthinking this, Lou. He just offered me that apple because he was being nice-- I ran my fingers through my hair, --but I'm looking too much into this. He's an adult, a teacher here and I'm just a stupid kid infatuated with him and God, why did he have to be so perfect! I put my face in my hands.

Louis stayed silent for a few seconds (wow, I'm punny) then patted my shoulder, making me look at him.

That's kinda true. He's really older than you, wow-- and sorry, not helping, Louis sheepishly put his hands down, rubbing them together.

But! Louis jumped. Just stop thinking about that. Maybe he does like you, you cutie. And if he doesn't, make him like you. Simple. Louis crossed his arms with a triumphant smirk.

Maybe Louis is right  But the first thing I gotta do is stop over-thinking this. Just try to be friends with Zayn and see what happens from there.

The apple incident was a start, right?

Thanks Lou, I signed, leaning over and squeezing my best friend in a tight hug, who patted my head sweetly.

I knew I felt something for Zayn. His positive, caring aura attracted me like it attracted every person who interacted with Zayn, but I knew this was something different for me.

I knew it wasn't just a little crush.

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[i hope you guys reading this are enjoying smile and so much is coming up i just. ily <3]