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(Every one looks like how they do in the picture. I thought of this in Spanish class. We worked with partners sooooo…)
Zayn’s POV
Thursday
In science class we are about to given the names of the person we will be working on a project with. The teacher read a few pairs before I heard my name.
“Zayn Malik and Niall Horan.” Who’s that? I have never heard that name before. Oh well. “Okay class get with your partners and start talking about how you want to do this project. I will be coming around the room, hopefully I’ll encounter some intelligent conversations.” The teacher ordered.
I could only assume that the bleached blonde guy walking towards me was ‘Niall’ and my assumption was proven correct when he sat next to me and said, “Hello, Zayn.” I nodded my head at him.
“So, um, how do you want to build this. I mean, I know how to show the layers of the Earth with play-dough, but I think the teacher wants more than that.” He said.
“Yeah is says here,” I pointed at the directions on the paper with the assignment on it, “that the model must be at least 25 centimeters. So a play-dough model would be too small. Luckily, I know how to make a paper mache model.”
“That’s a good idea, but it would take a few days to make right?” I nodded and he continued, “So where would we do this?”
“Well, I have an art room at my house so we could do it there?” I suggest. He nodded.
“Why don’t I give you my phone number and we can figure out when we’ll start the project?”
“Okay.” I said. He wrote his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. “I guess I talk to you later.” The bell rang, dismissing us from the class.
LATER
“Mum, I’m home!” I yelled as I closed the door behind me.
“I’m in the living room, Hun.” I slipped my shoes off, hung my coat up, and dropped my backpack down onto the floor near my shoes.
“Hi, mum.” I said and kissed her on the cheek then sat next to her on the couch. “Is it okay if I invite someone from school over tomorrow to work on a project?” I ask.
“Of course. What’s their name?”
“His name is Niall. Niall Horan.” I said. My Mum’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You said Niall Horan right?” I nodded. “So the Horan’s decided to move back. That’s so great!” She exclaimed.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, I guess you were too young to remember. You and Niall were best friends. You even told me once that you were going to marry Niall and have children with him. You loved him so much and were so devastated when he had to move back to Ireland.”
I blushed deeply. It would be lying if I said I didn’t still find Niall attractive. What, with his ocean blue eyes, dyed blonde hair with just the right amount of brown roots, little button nose, adorable freckles on the side of his face, soft looking lips, and perfect accent that makes me want to listen to everything he’s thinking. Yeah, you can say that I have a small crush him.
Oh, did I mention I’m bisexual? Well I am.
“Have you invited him over yet?” My mom asked. I shook my head and took my phone out of my back pocket along with the piece of paper with Niall’s number on in.
Hey, Niall. It’s Zayn.
Read 4:37 pm
Hi! So when do you think we should start the project?
Anytime really. It would take about 6-7 days to make and we have two weeks to make it. But I think we could do it as soon as possible.
Read 4:41 pm
Well then we could start it tomorrow I guess. You said you had an art room right?
Yeah. You could come over tomorrow after school if you want. I usually walk to school so we could walk together.
Read 4:44 pm
Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night.
Thanks, Niall. You too.
Delivered
When I looked up from my phone I realised that my mum wasn’t in the room anymore. I was about I call for her to say that Niall was coming over tomorrow, but before I could I heard her voice.
“Come up here, I want to show you something!” She yelled. I followed her directions and went up stairs into her room where I found her sitting, almost in her closet, sorting through some photos. “These will hopefully jog your memory.” She said as she handed me a small stack of pictures.
I look at each one closely. The first one was me and another boy, we could have been any older than three and it seemed to be taken at a daycare center. We were cuddled up against each other sleeping. I flipped it over and read the words in the back.
Zayn and new best friend Niall Horan. 3 years old.
The second picture was taken the same day. It was me and Niall hold hands with big goofy grins on our faces. It made the corners of my mouth lift which caused me to break out into a smile.
The third picture. Wow. We looked a little older in this one. It was obvious that I was crying before to picture was taken, or even while it was being taken. Niall had his small hands on my face, as if he was wiping my tears away and he was kissing my forehead.
The fourth picture was simple. It was Niall and I sitting on a floor watching a movie. It was amusing how engrossed we were with the movie, it was as if it was the greatest movie we’ve ever seen.
My eyes just skimmed over the next three pictures as they seemed to be the same as the fourth. But the eighth picture made butterflies erupt in my stomach. Niall and I, not any older than five, kissing. It looked like it was a short peck. Then, it all came crashing onto like a ton of bricks.
“I remember this photo being taken.” I said aloud. It was suppose to be just to myself, oh well. “Yeah. After you took the photo you asked why we did that and said it was because we’ve our parents do it. But that wast the only reason I did it. Also because you told me once that when you like someone, you kiss them. And I guess my inexperienced mind knew that I really liked him. I just didn’t want him to know that.” I mostly whispered the last part.
“You have homework to complete, right? We can look at these when you’re done. Now, go, shoo, do homework.” She commanded. I obliged and walked out of the room, but not before carefully slipping two particular pictures into my back pocket. I went downstairs, grabbed my stuff, then went back up stairs into my room.
I ended up passing out right after doing my homework.
THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL
Right before the first class, at lockers.
Friday
Yes, I was staring at him. No, I am not ashamed to admit it. Someone snapped, literally snapped their fingers, at me causing me to come back to reality.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, confused.
“I was asking if you wanted to come over my place after school. Louis’ going too.” Harry, one of my best mates, asked.
“Oh, Haz. I wish I could, but I’m having someone over my house to work on a project this afternoon. I’m sorry.” I say as I grab the last of my needed books and close my locker. He replied with a small ‘Okay’.
“So who were you looking at?” Harry asked.
“Huh? Oh, uh. No one. Just… zoned out.” I stuttered, looking for the right words.
“Yeah, okay. Just as long as you weren’t looking at gay-boy over there.” Harry gestured with his head. When I made a confused face he continued. “He’s standing next to that guy… What’s his name? Oh yeah. Liam.”
I look in the direction I was before and saw that guy who sits next me in history class, Liam Payne. He was talking to Niall. Wait. What? Was Harry referring to Niall when he said ‘gay-boy’?
“You mean Niall?” I ask.
“Oh, that’s his name? Huh, ‘Niall’. That even sounds like a gay name.” Harry sniggered. You can probably tell that Harry is quite the homophobic. I completely disagree with his beliefs, as I believe that anyone can love whoever they want. He’s probably the only one who doesn’t know I’m bisexual.
Harry and I begin our short walk to our first class, which we happen to have together.
Skipping boring classes right to the last period of the day (science)
“Okay, class, get with your partners. I want you use this class to make a schedule for your project.” The teacher ordered.
“Hey.” I said to Niall as he sat next to me.
“Hello,” he replied as he organised a few papers he had one the table in front of him.
For the rest of the class we planned out a schedule for our project. It went:
Friday(today)- work on project
Sat- work on project
Sun- don’t work on project
Mon- don’t work on project
Tues- work on project
Wed-work on project
Thurs- don’t work on project
Fri- work on project
Sat- work on project
Sun- finish project
Mon- hand in project early
When the bell rang I told him to meet me at the front of the school. I walked up to my locker and was surprised to see Harry there.
“Hey, Harry. What brings you to my locker?” I ask.
“Louis’ sick. So, since I am free, I decided I would invite myself to your house to help you and your partner with your project.”
“Oh, no, Harry you don’t have-” he cut me off.
“I may not have to, but I am going to. You can thank me later.” He said with a wink.
“Well, since you insist on joining, I have to tell you something about my partner.” I stated as I closed my locker. He nodded, telling me to continue. “It’s Niall. The guy you called “gay-boy” earlier today.”
“Oh.” Harry breathed. “Well, um… You know what? I’ll just find something to do on my own. See ya, mate.” He said and walked off.
After gracefully dodging that bullet, I walked out side of the school. I wait there for a minute or two until Niall walks out.
“Hey.” I said.
“Hi.”
“Ready to go?” He nodded.
There is actually nothing harder than starting a conversation. We have been walking for a few minutes now and neither of us had said anything. It was getting a little awkward.
“So you moved here from Ireland?” Wow Zayn. How original.
“Um, yeah. I lived here when I was younger though. I moved back to Ireland when I was about six. My mum was excited to move back here. She said I would be able to meet an old friend.”
I played with the straps of my backpack nervously. I was the friend he was talking about. I couldn’t tell him that right?
“Cool. Well, um, this is my house.”
UNTIL PART TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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