"Class, this is Zayn Malik. He'll be in our class now." A boy walks into the classroom, his golden eyes capturing my attention. I paused my conversation with my friend. If I stopped my conversation in class, you must be of much intrest to me, because I am always talking, even in my sleep. "Do you have anything to say, Zayn?"

"Um, hi." he said, looking at the floor, hiding his gorgeous eyes.

"Okay, Zayn, sit next to Michelle." I practically jumped for joy. The seat beside Michelle was in front of me!

As soon as Zayn sits down, I tap on his shoulder. "Hey! My name's Celeste."

"Um, hi Celeste." He turned around to face me. I started straight into his eyes, mesemrized. "You have pretty eyes."

"Well, what would you expect? Gotta love these brownies!"

I talked his ear off for the rest of the class and for the rest of our friendship-before X-Factor, before I moved to America, and before I realized how much I'd miss him when he was gone.