Zayn's P.O.V

Soon everyone is ready to go home, its late and my stomach till is tingling from Liam's hickey session in the coat closet. How embarrassing.

"Okay time to leave guys his mom will be off work in about 15 minutes" Ashton yawns checking him phone. I check my own eyes widening I'm shock.

2 am

I have never stayed up this late before why do I not feel tired?

I hear responsive groans and grunts as everyone stands me smoothing my dress down as I do.

I hug Phoebe and Kat back and we exchange numbers. It makes my heart leap with joy that they want to be my friend. This never happens. I wonder if they will ever throw slumber parties and paint my nails like how I have always wished for.

Everyone piles out of my house everyone giving me awkward side hugs. Tracy didn't even touch me but I decide to not let that affect me.

Liam lingers but not without getting a hard glare from Ashton. But being the amazing guy he is Ash leaves giving the two of us some privacy.

"Text me yeah?" Liam asks looking me up and down with absolutely no shame.

He takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth making my heart race. Ugh. Why is he such a looker and I'm such a...well I don't even know I'm expired milk compared to Liam.

"Y-yeah" I say over stepping my boundaries and stretching at the tip of my toes to reach around his neck. Squeezing tightly.

My inner self was cheering and screaming. You go malik, you take charge and hug him you beautiful creature.

Liam stays stiff in shock before slowly wrapping his arms around my waist squeezing just as tight.

To be honest, Liam's hug make me feel so...safe and warm. He's like a Carmel filled chocolate, a hard shell but once you get under it he's actually soft and sweet. Not bitter.

I kiss the birthmark on his neck giggling before shutting the door before anything else could happen, running straight up to my room.

Point one for Zayn.

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I wake up fairly late so I took a quick shower and put my little hair in a bun slipping on some great joggers and black crop top with my new Nike's.

To my horrid surprise my entire torso is covered in big purple messy circles that hurt when I touch them. The crop top covered the ones that were super big the only other one visible was a small one that was on my hip bone. (Outfit on the side btw)

I brush my teeth etc before grabbing my fully charged phone and backpack and run downstairs to see Ashton standing by my mom having a conversation. I blush wanting to know how long they had been waiting on me. Either way I will feel just as bad.

"Good morning sweetie" my mom envelopes me in a hug. I hug back giggling before I kiss her cheek.

"You're kinda late but I can't be mad at you so let's go" Ashton grabs my hand tugging me outside to this time a different car.

"Van fits more people" Ashton explains.

I furrow my eyes brows and buckle up frowning more when I see that doesn't make a move to fasten his own. Or zip up his fly btw.

"Okay" I reply feeling good about not stuttering. Even though it is just in front of Ashton I'm still doing a happy dance on the inside.

"You know your mom is really happy that you've made friends" he grins looking over at me from his seat. .

"I am too" I answer feeling odd as we reach our large highschool. I step out sighing because one, I feel super sad for some reason, and two I have absolutely no motivation for school today.

Chem and English fly by and then I find myself sitting in art with Ashton and Louis, not Liam though. He doesn't seem to be here actually. I look around biting my lip and keeping my eyes on the white door. Is he okay? He's not hurt right?

Stop worrying this is ridiculous I'm acting like I need him.

Cause you do you dumby

I end the conversation with myself (lol) and then listen intently as my art teacher explains our assignment.

"Okay class I want you to use any kind of media that you please, and using that media, whether its graphite, charcoal, oil pastel, colored pencil and ect whichever you use you need to capture a scene in your life that was a large turning point or change" he explains.

I nod silently standing up to grab a canvas and a some acrylic paint dotting different colors onto wax paper. I decide that I don't want to use a paintbrush so I can a better feel of my art. I dip two fingers into a tan/ creme skin color I had previously mixed and draw and outline of a tall boy. Then multiple figures, all of different colors, are surrounding a hunched over figure that I smudged onto my paper with charcoal.

I took red, poking my tongue out in concentration I delicately spread it around the people then fraying it out to represent and explosion, me being the center of attention, which I hate.

As I finish I see that paint is all over my hands and wrists. I only smile and go to wash my hands getting off as much as possible before drying off my thin hands. There are still remnants of red, and multiple other colors but they are duller and seem to fit my hands.

I take a seat realizing I have 20 minutes of free time I take out my sketch pad and turn in my work but suddenly my bladder kicks in telling me that its time to go.

He let's me quietly and quickly dismiss myself from class as I scurry off to the nearest bathroom but sadly, not before running into a very hunched over, and very grumpy Liam Payne.