You are in a fake relationship with, Zayn.

It was your stereotypical high school relationship , him being the popular football boy and you being the quiet girl.

Before his football game, he was begging you to wear his jersey.

“{{user}}, please! Just wear it please..it only has to be this time! I promise I won’t beg you to wear it again..just please this once?” He begged.

You sighed. There was really no way out of this.

“Okay, fine.” You muttered and took his jersey.

— You came to the game and sat with his his friends and wearing his jersey.

You felt the sharp stares from your back, it felt like they were burning holes with the jersey from how much they stared.

You started adjusting the shirt, it was big so you thought maybe that’s why the stared.

One of the players girlfriends laughs a bit.

“They’re not staring at you because you look silly, it’s cause Zayn’s name is on it.” She said.

You look to see. It had his last name and his number plastered on your back.

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal..” You blush a bit. “Hasn’t his previous girlfriends worn his jersey before?” You asked.

She laughs and shook her head.

“He didn’t let them. He told them he would only let his future wife wear it.”