Weeks passed, Zayn and I growing closer than ever. Each day that passed, I couldn't be happier. I felt like my life had so suddenly turned upside-down. No more boring weekends of being alone in the flat, no more daydreaming of things that are so far from my reach. Zayn was very good to me, and I adored him for that.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Let's do it!"

"Ok... how about tomorrow?"

"Exactly what I was thinking."

"Ok, babe. See you then." Zayn said one day, pecking me on the lips. School had just ended, and I had thought through some things we had discussed. And, yes, I had agreed to skip school with him tomorrow. I knew it wasn't like me, but it was only one day. Plus, everybody needs a break here and there. I hadn't missed a day of school since grade 5, I think I was entitled to a free day.

I could barely sleep that night, seeing that I was too excited to not go to school. I don't know how much sleep I really did get, but l remember waking up with a one-track mind. I pulled on a pair of shorts (which actually weren't that short, they landed right above my knees) and a t-shirt. It was definitely getting warmer in London, thank the Lord. I checked my phone, and Zayn said he would be over at around 10. It was 7, so I decided to eat my breakfast, and maybe take a nap before he got there. I got the eating part down, but not exactly the sleeping part. All there really was to do was study, so I pulled out my chemistry notes and started going over some formulas. Time went by ever so slowly, but books were there to save me.

Out of nowhere, a knock at the door sounded. I called out that it was unlocked, and Zayn stepped in.

"What are you up to?"

"Studying."

"You can be a little nerd. I might need tutoring." he winked.

"Ok, Mr. Honor Roll. I'll get right on that." I smirked sarcastically, stacking the books back on the counter and grabbing my bag.

"Ready to go?"

"Only if you're done with, what's that? Honor's French?" he teased.

"Oh shut up." I kissed his cheek, and we were off.

Minutes later, we were in the car, cruising along the not-so-busy roads, enjoying our time together.

"Where exactly do you go on skip days?" I questioned.

"Well, I personally usually just stay home and sleep. But, I want to show you everything you could be doing, so we're going to a little bit of everywhere." he smiled.

We went to tons of places, whether it was a beautiful sight, or a common attraction of the city. Our visits ranged from Madame Tussaud's, to the Roundhouse, and at the end of the day, he surprised me with a breathtaking view at the top of the London Eye. The sun was just setting, the lights of the city were flipped on, and cars were hustling and bustling to get home work. It was so peacful in our little spot on the ride, I never wanted to leave.

"This is beautiful, Zayn."

"Isn't it? I love this view."

"Especially the sky... it's orange and purple and pink... I never take the time to appreciate things like this."

"I wasn't talking about outside, but I do agree." he mumbled, and I looked up to him. He was looking back down at me, lovingly. I pressed a kiss to his lips before thanking him for such a great day.

"It wouldn't have been any fun without you, so thank you for- hold on a sec." he was cut off by his ringtone.

"Hello? Oh hey man. Yeah, I'm with Em. Ok. It's for you." he whispered the last part, handing the phone to me.

"Hello?"

"Em, it's Lou. Where were you today? We were supposed to present our science project today."

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot! How did you guys do?" I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach.

"Fine... I was just hoping you're ok. Are you sick?"

"No... I actually just skipped with Zayn. I feel like such an idiot, I wouldn't have skipped if I would have remembered our project."

"Don't worry about it... just let me know next time, ok?"

"I will. Promise."

"Good. Oh, and don't tell Zayn, but I hope you won't be skipping often... not a good habit to get into."

"I won't, I was just curious to see what would happen! I wouldn't make a hobby out of this, Lou."

"Alright alright. See you tomorrow."

After I hung up, I handed the phone back to Zayn. I was a little angry at Louis... automatically assuming that I would be making a habit out of playing hooky. He could've given me the benefit of the doubt.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just forgot a project today."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We could've done this another day."

"I didn't remember either. It's fine."

The ride was coming to an end, and I was sad to see that I spent half of it on the phone. Nonetheless, I was glad I got to get on at all. We got back in the car, and he drove me home. The ride was a little quieter than usual, but not in a bad way. We were both tired, and I was ready to get some sleep.

When I got home, I collapsed on my bed, not bothering to change into pajamas, as I was too tired to keep my eyes open any longer.

~~

"Hey, slut, where were you yesterday? Getting it on with Zayn?" a girl sneered at me in class the next day, but I just ignored her.

Another thing about dating Zayn, you're not exactly loved for it. I would get rude comments from girls who Zayn just said were "jealous". It made sense, but they all seemed so real and threatening. It caused me to act bitter towards them, and sometimes I forgot to calm down around my friends. I snapped a few times at Lou and Harry, and even Jen. I would apologize, not knowing why I said that.

That was really the only downside of the relationship, though. Zayn brought out a new side of me, one that I never knew I even had. I felt loosened, like I wasn't always on such a tight schedule. I felt loved, he always paid me attention that I never had before. Little things like kisses throughout the day, or little texts that let me know he was thinking of me. He was perfect, to say the least, and I was slowly falling in love with him.

I often found myself thinking about how alike we were, and some of the sacrifices we made for each other. I'd opened up since he'd come into my life, and he'd showed me what I've been missing. The more I thought about us, the more I thought he might really be the one.

But if he was "the one", he would have to meet the grandparents.

And that might be rough.