"Ouch!"
I shouted. I must have knocked into something hard making me fell on my butt. I can already foresee a bruise on my butt cheeks by tomorrow morning. Not only that, my books came crashing down, along with my notes. And my forehead hurts like shit. I looked up to see a pair of familiar hazel eyes that has a sparkle in it and a playful smirk plastered on his face. For a while, I was stunned and hypnotized, sitting down on the floor and mouth opened wide like an idiot.
"Hey... You're okay?" It took me a while to realize the lips on his face starts moving. "Lucky?" I shook my head vigorously and looked down, breaking eye contact.
"I....I'm fine." I stuttered and quickly gathered my books.
"Here, let me help you." I felt him kneeling down on one knee and copied my actions. He gathered all my notes in his hands. One of my notes was further away from him but it was near me so I could have easily taken it myself. But he stretches his hand out to take the paper, making him closer to me until I'm able to scent his cologne and body smell. I close my eyes and took a deep breath. Damn... cologne and cigarettes... Never thought those combinations quite smell oh-so good. I opened back my eyes only to have stare back at my notes. I look up at him.
"Here you go." He smiled before handing me back my notes. I return his smile. We both stood up together. He runs his fingers through his messy hair, making it messier but much hotter on me before saying, "Sorry for making you fall down. I must have felt like a wall." He chuckled.
Damn straight.
"It's okay..." I said. "It was my fault anyway. I wasn't looking where I was going." He nodded at what I was saying.
"Nah... It was my fault. I should have a big sign with red lights flashing on my back that says, ‘LOOK OUT!’." He chuckled again and I let out a giggle. "Well, I got to go now. See you later!" He kissed my cheek and head off with his friends.
I stood there like a statue while touching my 'kissed' cheek lightly. My face was burning, making me pretty sure that it is now the colour of a tomato, and my heart was running a mile..
Zayn Malik... Why do you do such thing to me?
Zayn has always been my best friend for 5 years. That's why it's normal for him to kiss my cheek. It might be a friendly kiss on the cheek for him but to me, it's something more. It's the same old cliché story. Two best friends grew up together and one of them falls in love with the other. It's hard not to love him. Zayn Malik is the definition of 'perfect'.
His perfect jet-black hair with a hint of blonde on it with his perfectly-styled quiff. His face with features so sharp it can cut glass and is covered with the right tan colour to match his body. His petite nose and those hazel-coloured eyes that suck you into it and sparkle when he laughs, along with his long eyelashes that naturally curl the way every girl envies. His lips. His lips... Those lips I want to taste. His light pink coloured lips that looks so soft, and with the perfect set of straight white sparkling teeth that doctors dreamt of. When he laughs, when he smiles, when he frowns and when he smirks, it all landed perfectly on his face. Down to his fit body. You can tell from every clothes that he wore, they defined his muscles. The way his clothes stretched on his biceps and his chest. And I can assure you, he has the best set of abs I have ever seen.
I have seen every girl he's been with from time to time. You can say he's player but every girl knows what they are involved into. Zayn does not do relationships. And with every girl that passes by, it breaks my heart bit by bit.
Yeah… Yeah... You must be thinking why I don’t confess... It's simply because I'm too much of a coward. I kept thinking of every possibility that could happen if he rejects me, and believe me every possibility is more embarrassing after the next.
