"Zayn!" I groaned. He moved his hand away which had the packet of chips.
"I'm not going to give it to you unless you tell me what's this about." He said holding up my diary.

Uh oh. I hope he didn't read that.

" That's called a personal diary for a reason, Malik." I rolled my eyes.
"I haven't read it yet." He said crunching a few chips in his mouth. "I have manners you see!"

I sighed in relief. Thanks for the mercy, God.
He wasn't paying attention to what I was doing so I quietly moved closer to him. I hovered over him and quickly snatched the diary away.
"Hey!" Zayn exclaimed, eyes widened with shock.

"That's mine. So don't even bother, zaynieboo." I smirked. He glared at me.

Ha! If looks could kill...

"Don't ever call me by that name, Miss. Kapoor. Or you have had it." He warned. I snickered. Really? That is so intimidating, my friend.
"Why? What will you do Malik? Call your puny little girlfriend to get me to not call you by a name that I want to call you with? She is anyway a piss off." I rolled my eyes for the second time.
His eyes narrowed down and scrutinized me. His expression had turned into a frown.

Did I say something wrong? Why is it offending him so much? It is the truth. Even he knows that. Then why the hell is he behaving as if I accused his girlfriend of committing some crime.

"You hate her, don't you?" He questioned, looking deep into my eyes. I got mesmerized by the beauty of his dilated iris. Those soft hazel eyes that stared right back into mine. His sharp jawline and high cheek bones were highlighted by the rays of the sun coming through the window. I suddenly realised he had asked me a question but I zoned out. His eyes developed that questioning look.

"U-uh no, I don't hate her, I just dislike her." I replied not knowing what else to give as an answer. You couldn't think straight because of his mere presence. He was looking hot like Greek god, half laying-half sitting on my sofa.

What a diva.

"That's like hating her." Zayn said, still staring into my eyes. I locked my gaze with his,not afraid or shy of anything. I continued to stare trying to understand where this conversation was going to head. I just hope it doesn't end up with both of us not talking to each other. That is the only thing that scares me. We have been best friends for so long that now we are inseparable and wouldnt be able to last for more than a day without talking to each other. We have had fights before but we end up patching up within a few hours. See, the thing is, I don't exactly approve of his girlfriend. She's a nasty little shit. She is only with him because of his popularity and all. Sounds cliche?

Yeah, I know. Tell me 'bout it.

She wears tattered clothes exposing her skin, roams wearing branded stilletoes and what not.

Regina George version 2.0.

I guess she's her idol too. Uhhh. So annoying. What a bi-

Nevermind. I need to hold my tongue.

I sighed again.

"Hate is a strong word, Zaynieboo" I replied with a little confidence. "Its just like love. You can't really say that you love a person until you know that you can die for them." I said.

"Woahh, babe where are the wise words coming from?" Zayn asked, ashtonished. I blushed. I don't know whether I blushed because he complimented me or because he called me babe. "You're reading too much of romance, girl. Calm yo'self chic."

Is he mentally unstable or something?

"Zayn, I uhh have some work I 'll meet you tomorrow in class." I tried to come up with an excuse.
He rose his eyebrows but he didn't respond, he just nodded and collected his things preparing to leave. I watched him. His back was towards me and I have no clue as to why I was admiring his perfectly shaped back.

Ahhh! What an amazing view! I would rate a 10/10 for his gym skills.
"Like what you see, eh?" He looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. Heat rushed up to my cheeks.
I tried to recompose myself.
"Shutup, its nothing like that. Now get lost before I kick you out." I playfully hit his bicep. He laughed.
"Okay, okay I am going, take a chill pill!" He said chuckling. "I anyway have to go to Sumedh's house as Sid, me and him have to complete our P.E. assignment. So much work! Yuck." He said making a face. I laughed.
"Its okay, Malik. You'll survive." I said before pushing him out of my apartment.

So guys, hello there!
This is something I started writing out of boredom. This is a first-time experience so kindly excuse any kind of mistakes that you may come across throughout the story. I love writing as it's a great stress buster. I hope whoever reads this likes it.

Happy Reading!
Loads Of Love,
Aarushi❤

PS- Zayn Malik in pic above for those who don't know him.