Aine Hillick · @1DIrishGirl
23rd Sep 2012 from Twitlonger
Long Zayn Imagine
#Imagine You hated maths. Why did it have to go and run away with the alphabet and leave you to sort out its mess. Quite frankly, you didn’t give a damn about what the value of ‘x’ was, nor did you overly care about ‘y’ either. Sighing, you rest your chin on your hand, and turn your attention out the window. A couple of sixth formers are lying on the grass; making the most of the sunny day. You narrow your eyes, wishing you were a sixth former. So that you could wear what you wanted instead of the uniform that plagued your life. And that you had free periods, instead of Maths. The teacher shouts your name and you roll your eyes, before going to turn back to face the front. But before you do, you notice someone is staring at you through the window. His cinnamon eyes are sparkling with amusement and he lifts his hand to offer you a wave; his lips curving into a smile. You glance around you; there is no way that Zayn Malik – most popular guy in school would be waving at you. But it’s just you, day dreaming out of the window and you turn back slowly, raising your hand awaiting the inevitable laughter and points from his friends. It doesn’t come instead Zayn waves back more manically. You try not to laugh at his excessive waving, at the way his entire body shakes in the varsity jacket. This time your name isn’t just shouted, it’s growled and you spin back in your seat, feeling your cheeks flush as everyone turns and looks at you. Your best friend leans across the desk.
'Was Zayn Malik waving at you?!'
You nod, resisting the urge to glance back out of the window. The lesson drags, and as soon as the bell sounds signalling the end of lesson you are up from your seat as though it’s alight. Bombing it to the door; you and your friends playfully jostle each other in your own separate bid to make it out, and head to the canteen. As you exit, a hand grabs yours and pulls you from the torrent of bodies.
'Hi' 'Er, hi.'
You feel your cheeks blush; and are convinced that everyone is looking at you. 'You looked bored rigid.'
You laugh.
'Mr Connnors is a rubbish teacher at Math.' 'It’s just not an interesting subject.'
Zayn scoffs, and puts an arm around your shoulder leading you away from the crowd that has gathered. Your cheeks flame, and suddenly the tiled floor holds more interest to you than anything else.
'I liked Maths. Maybe I could teach you a few things.'
'er… sure.' 'What you doing for lunch?' 'Er…'
Zayn smiles softly, and turns you back to your friends that are now in a line, staring at you. Mouths slightly open eyes wide in shock.
'You can go with your friends, or you can come with me. I’ll treat you to some chips.'
For a moment you are too dumbfounded to say anything, and then slowly you nod. Zayn slides his arm from your shoulders and captures your fingers with his, before leading you away.