Twistedly In Love (Zayn Malik Fanfic) ✔️

1: My Blonde Roommate

Chapter 1: My Blonde Roommate

Song: Bridgit Mendler - Blonde (Acoustic)

Have you ever felt so isolated yet surrounded by a massive amount of people? Well I guess we all have, at some point in our lives. Especially those dreamy girls like me who is looking forward for a good education in college.

My hometown is long way in Manchester but an offer of Maryway University major in fine arts lead me to fly in an alien land of London, England.

I haven't been in the capital for my whole nineteen years of living. Honestly, I haven't been this far away from my family or my relatives. Boring? No-uh. My dad, Dr.Brent Keaton, is the known surgeon of the place while my mom, Georgia, is a dentist. Both made a name for their own and as their only child (a miracle one), I got so much attention from not just my parents but the townfolks as well.

Now you know why I am all fidgety in living on a place where no one knows me. It is because I have been used to the limelight and right at this moment, I have none. Not that I am a showy bitch rather a simple jean-sneaker girl who has a huge love of designer bags - more likely to be the nerdy girl behind opened books who is also a friend of the head cheerleader.

Can't paint me yet?

Well I was once the extroverted girl in grade school who played pranks all around the place but people change sweetheart, the once jolly gal became the wallflower of high school. Knowing and acknowledging is a different thing. I wasn't popular in Manchester as the 'it girl' but as the daughter of both Dr. Keaton's.

Trying to clear my head, I flinged my patterened LV bag given by my late grandmother with a long breath. My feet was heavily glued on the ground like it was bonded there without paste while my heart ran faster than a Veyron on the track - in short, I was terrified.

Who will my roommate be? How will she look? Where is she from? What will we be in a week from now? Will she give me a hard time? And the ultimate question comes, Will we get along in the medium sized room for my whole time in the campus?

I felt a sudden crash of pain on my right hip as a person bumped to me while my suitcase fell with me, leaving an unattractive girl pained on the floor. "Ouch" I shrieked and pampered my hip, not standing as it is uneasy.

"I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" A deep voiced asked.

Do I look okay to you? "I hope so" I muttered under my breath, glaring at the person's shoe.

He held my arms without my consent and stood me up on my feet again. My eyes finally shifted to the light orbs of my strong uninvited company.

A reincarnation of Adonis, he has a perfectly sculptured jaw and nose. With deep light eyes and thick brows. The body hugging plain black shirt and blue washed jeans is simple yet he looks so attractive in it. I would be surprised if my mouth is not as big as a basketball right now - he is plainly drool worthy.

The said boy place my baggage standing beside me again and smiled. Damn those straight white teeth. My crazy teenage hormones ruled over me as his genuine smile became a hot smirk.

Way to ruin the moment, a voice called out, followed by a honk of a horn, snapping both of us to our senses. I sighed a bit at the wasted slow motion moment. "I gotta go. I'm terribly sorry" he said and jogged to a jeep with three other boys who looks so buff like him. Who could he be? He didn't told me his name, I whined, my bratty side overcoming my whole existence.

After a minute of disappointment, I then decided to walk my way to the ladies' dormitory.

My sneakers squeaked at the marbled floor. This university is not what I thought it would be. A good lobby and smiling front desk lady is everything I have been looking for. My time is mostly on lobbies, drawing or painting stuffs or people.

A smile made its way to my face as I sashayed closer the dimpled lady. "Name please?"

"Vanessa Keaton" I simply answered.

She typed something on her keyboard and gave me a card with a paper. My brows furrowed but then I nodded as I saw my picture and name, indicating that it was an identification card.

I waited another ten seconds for my key though it never came, the conceirge spoke, "Swipe it as a key Ms. Keaton"

"Oh" I chuckled at my humiliation and sauntered to the hallways, where the huge stairway was laid.

I got my paper and read that I will be taking dorm room 611. It was on the sixth floor and as an impulse, my head tilted to the right and left looking for a lift but then again there was none. Could I get any more unforunate than this on the first day of my living here in London?

Without any choice, I ascended up the set of stairs. After the first two floors, my breathing already deepened. Curse this stupid dorm. They have great facilities and surroudings but that damn lift was forgotten. Right now I am sympathizing with my mom, she tried her best to keep me in normal weight which soon will fluctuate because of my sixth floor dorm room.

I touched my sternum when I reached the floor designated for me and my medium sized unionjack painted suitcase. Feeling the sudden heat of my body, I use my documents as a fan and dragged my case using my other free hand.

The corridors were like no other, the floor was clean and dust free and a small complex chandelier hanged in line on the ceiling for about two meters apart. This could be a cheap hotel but again, where the hell are those elevators.

I stopped my track as I came face to face with a white door that has a number 611 on the side. Below it, a swipe indicator was embelised. With a last glance at my ID, I slashed it to the small rectangular black stuff and the door clicked open, showing a lavander colored room with bed on its pole sides.

Swinging the door agape, my mouth dropped, a huge flat screened tv was decorating the center wall with a tan couch opposite it. I thought television is not suppose to be in a dormitory room. I mean I definitely lived in a cave.

"Excuse me?" A sleepy yet high pitched voice asked, snapping me back to reality.

I diverted my orbs to where the sound came from and on the other bed laid a blonde girl in her pjs and nest like hair - clearly just woken up.

"Hey, I'm Vanessa Keaton. Your new roommate" I smiled my friendliest smile.

Her eyes widened in clear shock, "Shut up"

That moment I wasn't sure if she like me or not. She could be like 'shut up in a good way' or 'shut up get-the-hell-outta-here way'. I didn't got the answer when the door swung opened again and in goes another bimbo.

A taller and more gorgeous one for that matter. Am I in a loosing side of a catfight? Hope not.

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A/N: My new plot!!! :) but as I said before, updates will get slower this time.

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- lots of love, elayn