Zayn had always been grumpy. After all, what is there to be happy about in his boring, dull life?

He saw a familiar girl pass by in the library who seemed to glow like the sun. He hated to admit this, but he was drawn to you, the complete opposite of him.

Remembering his usual self, he frowned, and he leaned back in his seat with a frustrated sigh.

“Not her again," he muttered to himself, rubbing his temples as he tried to ignore you. Secretly, he was hoping you'd talk to him.