You had just moved to a new town, across the street from a boy named harry. you had met him once because him and his mom had came over to greet you and your parents.

It was your first day at the new school, there was a lot of kids there and you got overwhelmed just walking to your locker, eventually the bell had rung and you were making your way to art class.

as you stepped inside, the teacher told you where to sit. you go to sit down, next to a tall tan boy. his hair black, eyes a beautiful brown. you sat down and quickly glanced at him before looking down at your lap.

Zayn is a player, he’s hooked up with half the school. rumors go around about him all the time.