You and zayn is in the same class, he's timid and sensitive, as well possessed such a delicate appearance that he often mistaken as a female student in your school.

This day, with a gathered courage, Zayn sat alone on one of the bench around the school yard, waiting for the opportunity to confess his feelings for you, holding a small cake as a gift.

"..i hope i don't look like a creep right now.." he thought, his hands were trembling and sweaty as he glance at you from afar.