Just A Little Bit

Zayn's Point of View

My walk was confident through the halls of the University. Once I loved the attention every female gave me, even the ones I've fucked, and enjoyed how the males couldn't stand my presence. But today was different. Today I was loathing the eyes only focused on me. Twice I've ducked my head before I realized what I was doing and looked up. Louis would be mad.

'A bad reputation makes you cooler than a good reputation. In fact, bad reputations are the only reputations people want to have. Nobody wants to be considered a 'goody good'.'

I pushed open the door to Politics, not caring if I was five or even 10 minutes late. The professor gave me one look before continuing on with his lecture. I took the seat in the back next to the window so it was easy for me to be distracted.

Grace had somehow poisoned my thoughts to only think of her. She was hypnotic and my mind reeled from the fact she had chosen Calum. I've been so stupid to think I had a chance. A chance of what? Taking her to bed every night? That's all I wanted, right? I wanted her body and nobody else's. But now...now Calum could touch her. My thoughts unsettled me.

The door banged open again and I raised my brows. I'm the only one who can arrive late past 10 minutes. Who is this-

Grace Matter stood in the front of the class with a glassy look in her eyes and a notebook hugged tight to her chest. Everyone in the class ignored her. Except me. In fact, she was the only thing I was looking at. Her hair fell loosely in waves to about her mid-back, her lips wrapped around a straw of a water bottle, her casual sweater limply covering her shoulders.

I didn't know I wasn't breathing until Professor Matt introduced her.

"Class, this is Grace Matter. She'll be discussing a few important topics that a law firm requires you to know. She has a job position down at the local firm."

A few guys clapped their hands. I fisted mine.

She strode to the middle of the class, opening her book and glancing down over the words. She stood, perhaps a little awkwardly, but overall confident in what she had to say. This was the first day and she was already giving a speech? My heart clenched in pride.

Her mouth open and the normally boring words came out eloquently, perfectly shaped and clear. I found myself smiling as she finished. She was brilliant and smart. Well-practiced and adorable in all ways. If only she was mine.

Our eyes met for a second before she broke contact, gathering her supplies before shuffling out of the class. I watched her go again, feeling that it was too short. My mouth was dry and drawn into an obvious frown. One that the teacher noticed.

"Mr. Malik do you have any comments on Ms. Matter's speech?"

I shook my head as I felt all eyes shift to me. A loner in the back corner. "No. It was very well planned. That's all."

Matt smiled small and nodded quickly, shoving his hands deep in his pockets.

"Grace will be here every Monday for the next month to translate what her boss has given her."

God damn, every week?! That's too long. I want to see her every day.

The time ticked by and I was first to leave two minutes before the bell rang and class was dismissed. There had to be a solution for my problem. I can't feel this way about a girl. It was stupid and quite frankly, ridiculous. I can't possibly enjoy her company when she's standing feet away! When she's speaking not only to me but to a whole class!

Idiot.

I grabbed a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, heading outside for a smoke. Maybe that would clear my mind. I lit the bud, sticking it between my teeth.

There was my plan with Calum- to smoke him out and then tell Grace. But I didn't want to hurt her and I think that would break her heart. Another plan came to mind. What if I could just sleep with her one last time? I'm sure that will break the spell. I'll have enough of her body and I can snap myself out of these thoughts.

The only hard part was to convince her.

I'll stop by her place at the end of the day. She was always frazzeled by my presence, I'm sure I could persuade her to have one more night alone with me. I'll make it memorable, set up candles and make dessert. Maybe start with a warm bubble bath before moving on to the bed. Oh, I can have the slow R&B sex music.

My whole body buzzed with my imagination. Her body on mine? Yes. Her lips say my name? Yes. Her smile when she sees it? Double yes. That's her type of love. The romantic sweet sappy parts.

"Zayn?"

I turned stiffly at the familiar voice. It was Delia from high school. My first fuck and the fucking pain in the ass that came with it afterwards. I frowned. What is she doing here?

"I have to tell you something." She said lowly. Her head hung low. Wow, not even a hello? My frown turned into a scowl, seeing as her long ass hair fell over her pretty face. I always hated how she would hide herself. Always thought it was confident issues.

"Don't tell me you have a kid, because it wouldn't be mine."

She swallowed and I paled slightly. Fuck no.

"The last time we fucked was-"

"Almost four years ago before you moved away." Her voice was shaking and I felt my resolve hardening. There was no fucking way I have a kid. I used protection. Plus I scarcely remember her saying afterwards she's on the pill. Right? Or was that the time before? Oh fuck. I can't remember.

"He'll turn four next week." She muttered so low I had to lean closer to hear. "His name is Sam. He keeps saying daddy because everyone else says it at preschool and it's so heartbreaking, Zayn! You don't have to introduce yourself but just-" She cut herself off. "Just be there."

"Excuse me. You're telling me I have a fucking son that's turning four?! Why haven't you told me this before?"

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