Zayn
For two hours, I have been sitting concentrated over my books and learning for the upcoming test. The anger about the argument with Harry is still in mind. Yes, I was jealous. I was jealous of the college girl sitting on the kitchen island, kissing Harry. Only a few minutes before, he was standing there with me. Arrggg. Angry at myself, I close the books. Distraction is the best. I think.
"Hey, Li. What are you doing tonight?" Z.
"Hey, Zaynie, I have not planned anything yet." LiLi
"Fancy a party? Z."
"Oh yes, let's go to the new club, I'll be at your place at 8." LiLi
"Perfect!" Z.
Satisfied, I lean back in the chair. Party, alcohol and women. That's what I need tonight. Quickly I have to think about my parents. Fortunately, they don't know about my escapades. I take a shower, wash my hair thoroughly with the vanilla shampoo and relax, being swallowed by the hot water and my thoughts. Another hour, then Liam picks me up.
There is a knock on my door.
"Come in!" I shout with a towel around my hips.
"Um, Zayn, tell me, do you know where my ....?" Harry stammered, looking at me sheepishly.
"Not you again," I cut him off.
"Zayn, I just wanted to ask you something. I can not talk to you anymore?" He wails.
"If it can be avoided," I say annoyed.
"Zayn, listen .....".
I roll my eyes and don't want to be disturbed. I am in a hurry.
"Okay, just forget it, Zayn." Then Harry leaves.
I take a look in my wardrobe. I prefer black boxers, my new black jeans and a white longsleeve shirt. It's perfect with white Converse.
"Malik, you look hot!", I say to myself and turn again in front of the mirror.
It honks in the street. Liam is here. I swing my leather jacket over my shoulders and I'm gone.
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The Exchange Student / English Version
FanfictionZayn Malik travels to London as a Pakistani exchange student. His host family are the wealthy Styles. Life could be so nice if it weren't for the spoiled son Harry, who makes life difficult for him.
