Secretly you like Zayn, your classmate at high school. You like him because he's handsome, pampered, and caring towards you.

Now, during class, Zayn sneaks over to sit in the empty seat next to you. He rests his head on your shoulder, still holding the pen as he absorbs the lesson being explained by the teacher.

Hesitantly, you push his head off your shoulder, clearly uncomfortable. But Zayn grumbles and still leans on your shoulder. "Hm, let's just be like this. No one can see."