There was a tornado like storm where I live and literally my neighbor's tree fell on top of her car into the middle of the street. The tree in my front yard is leaning so far down, we have to cut it. My other neighbor's fence blew away. I'm just blessed to say nothing happened to me.
I made my way downstairs, throwing my apple in the trash on the way.
"Good morning Mom," I smiled.
"Hey honey, how'd you sleep?" she asked.
"Pretty good, I got my report card yesterday." I said proudly. I pulled it out, knowing what my mom's reaction would be.
She looked over it and smiled before saying, "That's my girl."
It was always the same. I guess you could say I was the perfect child. Perfect grades. Perfect behavior. Perfect life. The teachers' favorite. The perfect lady. The only thing that made my life a little less perfect was my boyfriend. Zayn Malik, the town's troublemaker and badass. My mother doesn't really like him all that much but as long as I don't change as a result of his antics, it's okay with her.
Zayn was the complete opposite of me. He didn't give a fuck about anything really. The number of times he repeated grades were endless and he was suspended every other week. Luckily he started school early so he's not too much older than everyone else. He wasn't dumb though. Not at all. He just didn't care. He was getting by at least, just barely getting C's. Me, on the other hand had the highest GPA in school. In fact, I had the maximum.
Everyone wondered how us as a couple works out and to be honest, it's not always easy but we make it work.
Almost every girl in school is jealous of me but Zayn protected me with his life. That's one of the reasons I loved him so much. He was always gentle with me. So soft. He got teased for that by his friends, especially Niall who happens to be one of my best friends. He, Harry, Louis, and Liam are just as bad as Zayn.
My best friend Kiara is like my sister. We've been friends since birth. She doesn't like Zayn too much either. Mostly because I've blown her off for Zayn quite a few times. She says he's a bad influence but Zayn and I don't listen to others' opinions. I love him, he loves me and that's all that matters.
I opened my perfectly organized locker, grabbing my books out of it. I looked at my floral pencil bin, deciding what pencil to use for the day. My pencil has to be perfect. I can't write with it any other way. After a few minutes I decided on a pink flowery one with a Hello Kitty top on it. I guess I'm an extreme girly girl. Maybe a child on the inside and out?
I closed my locker gently, as I never slam any door no matter what.
I walked into my first class, History. It was actually my least favorite class but I was surprisingly amazing at it. There were things I knew about history that I didn't even know I knew. Zayn and his friends were in this class too. I was the first one there, as I am everyday.
I sat there for a little before people began to show up. While I waited, took out my notebook and wrote down what I needed to do for the day. I'm kinda extremely organized.
After a while, I felt someone next to me. I looked over, assuming it was Zayn but I was met by another face.
"H-Hey H-Harry," I stuttered. Harry always made me uncomfortable. He's always had a crush on me. The rumor is he was gonna ask me out but Zayn beat him to it. Harry never tried to "make a move" really but he was always kinda touchy with me. Zayn was aware of this and was always super protective when Harry was around. "I-I'm gonna use the bathroom really quick."
I stared at myself in the mirror for a bit and fixed my makeup. In a little bit of a rush, I ran out of the bathroom only to bump into someone.
"Woah slow down babe. Don't hurt yourself," a voice I easily recognized said.
"Are you okay? You seem a bit shaken," he asked.
"Y-Yeah I'm fine," I stuttered. He looked at me with uncertainty and I smiled at him.
"We can go back to class but I seriously doubt we're doing anything. That is if the teacher even shows up," he smirked.
"Oh god Zayn what did you do?" I said.
"Oh nothing just cutafewwiresonhiscar," he rambled.
"You did what?"
"I cut a few wires on his car. Trust me he's not coming," he said.
I glared at him and said, "You are so lucky I love you."
We went back to class and by then all of his friends were there. I stuck around for a little bit while they talked about all the destructive things they were gonna do. I actually liked hearing them talk about that stuff. I was intrigued by Zayn's mysterious-ness and strangely attracted to his bad boy persona. I felt him wrap his arm around my shoulder. I reached my hand up, interlocked our fingers and looked up at him, as he was much taller than me.
I stood and admired just how perfect he was. It might sound weird but I mean it when I say my boyfriend is absolutely gorgeous. I thought about how lucky I was to have him. Every girl in the whole school wanted him but he picked me, the lonely, quiet, nerdy girl. I studied all his physical features. His raven hair. His big brown eyes and his long eyelashes. His nose piercing. I traced the tattoos on his arms. I always loved his tattoos. They were labeled by other people as "gangster signs" but each one had a story.
"What are you thinking about so hard babe?" he snapped me out of my little trance.
"Just you and how much I love you," I said. He pulled me closer to him by the arm that was around my shoulders and leaned down to peck my lips.
I noticed a new tattoo I hadn't seen before.
"What's that one?" I asked. He's explained every tattoo to me but I know I've never seen that one.
"Oh that one. I got it two days ago."
I looked at it before reading it and I started to tear up.
"Aw you got our names on your arm," I cooed.
"And the exact date was started dating," he said.
"I love you."
"I love you too babe," he said and pulled me close again. He closed the gap between us and I felt his soft lips on mine.
When he pulled away, I went back to just looking at him. I looked at his eyes for a second.
"Are you wearing eyeliner?" I asked.
"Yeah," he shrugged.
"Oh my god, my boyfriend wears eyeliner. That's something I never thought I'd say. What am I gonna do with you?"
This boy was completely destructive but he was all mine. My not so perfect bad boy somehow made my life perfect. He completed me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
What did you guys think?
I literally woke up in the middle of the night and wrote this at like 4 in the morning. I wanted to make something cute. I've been thinking about Zayn a lot lately. I just really miss him. I want him back so bad and it's not like he's gone but I feel like something's missing without him, ya feel?
Did you guys see that video of Liam where he was asked how many members were in the band and he put 5 fingers, mouthed 5, and looked at it for a second before putting his thumb down and saying 4?
That hit me hard. I miss Zayn so much.