Zayn's POV:

I run my hand in my jet black hair, setting it with the hair gel, as I spray some deodorant over my body. I pop a piece of mint chewing gum in my mouth and wear my brown leather jacket over my red slim-fit t-shirt and finally look at myself in the mirror.

Is this me?

The person who stares back at me in the mirror is completely different from what I used to look, not that I complain of course because I like how I turned out. People treat me differently now. They notice me now, be it, boys, girls and especially Paige.

I do sometimes feel that if she had to notice me, she should have done it when I used to look like the old Zayn. But it's not her fault, because even I never really liked how I used to look. I was just living in the shadows, hiding out in my little bubble, scared to come out and face the reality. It seemed impossible to change at first, but when Malory stepped into my life, she brought courage with her. That encouraged me to make decisions and take opportunities I never thought I would be taking. I was not happy with myself, but she pushed me out of my bubble and the best part is, she does not even know about it.

My eyes scan the Ying-Yang tattoo on my wrist, which has fully healed now. It has been almost a week since I got it. A smile finds its way to my lips when I remember the night Malory took me to the tattoo shop in her bugs bunny pyjamas. She looked so adorable in those and the fact that she did not even care what others were going to think about it, made me even more inspired by her. But for me, it is quite impossible as I would always be the boy who has a mindset that is heavily influenced by what others think. I wish I could be like her. But even though she shows herself as a carefree person, I know she holds up her guards high and does not let anyone enter her boundaries. She has a bubble of her own which may not be similar to mine, but it surely is something.

"Shit!" I mutter when my eyes travel to the wall clock in my room that says it's 6:30 in the evening now.

I have a date with Paige today! I had been so lost in my thoughts as I stood in front of the mirror getting ready for my date that I forgot that I actually have to go there.

I shrug away all of my thoughts as I take a deep breath and look at myself for one last time in the mirror, with a nervous look plastered on my face. But soon a small smile finds it's way to my lips at the thought which appears in my mind.

I'm taking Paige on a date...

God, how much I have always dreamt of this moment in my life and I never expected it to come true. But, here I am, standing in front of my mirror, all dressed up and ready to take the girl of my dreams on a date.

With a smile on my face, I walk out of my house, but soon I stop in my tracks and freeze at the sight in front of me.

There she stood, leaning on my bike, her back facing me in a scarlet sundress with a denim cropped jacket. Her long strawberry blonde hair flutters from left to right around her shoulder in the cool spring breeze, which makes her turn around with a frown on her beautiful face as she struggles to remove the long strands from her eyes. Her gaze lands on me and her plum lips adorned by a cherry coloured lipstick curl upwards as soon as she finds me in front of her.

I stand there admiring the smile playing on her lips as she looks at me with a pair of her big hazel coloured eyes.

This girl standing here is my dream and I can't believe that the charming smile playing on her lips is because of me. The smile that I always wanted to be for me. When did I get this lucky?

Suddenly, I snap out of my thoughts as my breath hitches in my throat at the reality. PAIGE SANDERS is standing in front of my house, waiting for me to take her on a date.

Oh my God, what am I doing? What if I mess this up and she decides never to see my face again?

Maybe I should tell her that we will go on a date some other time because I am not ready in the slightest!

For God's sake, Zayn, what is wrong with you? You are taking her on a date, not asking her to marry you!

The dilemma continues in my mind as I stand there rooted to the floor, staring at Paige, who is now looking at me with troubled expressions.

Oh my God, she is coming over. What do I do? What do I do?

"I don't want to go on a date with you!" I blurt out as soon as she walks forward and stands in front of me. Her eyebrows squeeze together in shock as my eyes widen at what I just said.

What the hell, Zayn?

"What?" She shrieks as she stares at my face with a baffled expression.

"I don't want to go on a date with you in your car, let's take my bike!" I announce, quickly covering up my previous answer, hoping for her not to notice whatever the hell I just did, as I don't want to embarrass myself further.

I swear, if Malory was here, she would have chopped off my head and the thing between my legs, by now.

My heart rate is going crazy as I wait for Paige's response who suddenly gives out a sigh and her face expressions soften at my words and a grin finds its way to her gorgeous face. She gives out a chuckle and punches me lightly in my chest as she nods, walking over to my bike.

"You gave me a heart attack," she laughs shaking her head as she stands in front of my bike now and I walk over to her.

"I gave myself a heart attack," I mumble under my breath, which, thankfully, she does not hear me say. "You sure you want to sit on this?" I ask her, gesturing towards my bike, as I take a seat on it.

Paige shrugs her shoulder and takes a seat behind me as she speaks. "I've never ridden a bike before, I want to experience this!" Her words cause a chuckle to come out of my mouth as she gently wraps her hands around my torso, making me jump, which would have made us fall on the ground if I had not balanced the bike quickly.

"What are you doing?" She laughs, holding me tightly, her hands soft. My heart constantly beats faster because of her touch, her laugh and the fact that she is with me right now.

The butterflies in my stomach feel like elephants, as my heart rate quickens every time Paige smiles, or I look at her flawless face. I quietly try to take a few deep breaths to calm myself, as I speak to her, giving out a chuckle. "Sorry about that."

I start the bike as Paige sits closely behind me, holding me tightly when the wind blows her hair everywhere as I set off for our destination. From the side mirror of my bike, I glance at Paige, who has a big smile on her face and slowly rests her head on my shoulder from the back, making sure that my stomach churns with sheer nervousness.

"This is amazing," she slowly whispers in my ears, with a smile still playing on her face. My lips curl upwards in satisfaction and the hair at the back of my neck rise because of how close we are.

Yes, I always imagined that. But no, I never expected it to happen in real.

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Q: Who do you imagine Paige as? Do you like her?

I went to the guy next door's house with a dish that my mom cooked and sent to her mom (with me of course). He opened the door, I greeted him and WE TALKED FOR THE FIRST TIME. HE SPEAKS LIKE AN ANGEL and the whole time when he was speaking I wanted to jump on him and tell him to have my children. And he never made eye contact with me, he kept looking in the air but in the end he made eye contact and he smiled too and I died. Bye this is my ghost

Oh btw I know his name now

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