"You have the list with you, right?" I ask Zayn about the list I made of the steps to turn in him into a bad boy. Don't even get me started on how this boy convinced me to do this makeover stuff, even I have no idea what I am doing. This is why you should study, kids. So you don't end up doing stupid stuff in order to get good grades.

I step out of Zayn's car and he nods as he walks over by my side and we head straight towards the mall.

Oh, how much I hate these malls. Always filled with people who look like zombies, couples smooching everywhere, annoying kids running around and creepy guys staring at every girls' ass. I might not hate shopping but I hate the places where we shop.

I take the list from Zayn's hand and see the first thing jotted down: Clothes.

Zayn and I walk to a men's store where Zayn quickly finds himself some big loose baggy pants and shirts making me groan in annoyance. "Do you wanna look like a bad boy or a wrapper?" I ask him, snatching away the clothes from his hands as I walk towards the aisle of jackets.

"Rappers? Rappers are cool," he says, following closely behind.

I turn around and look at him with a stern face, "I said a wrapper like a wrapper of chips, not Kanye West or Eminem." He looks at me with a deadpanned look and I wave him off by handing him over some black and brown leather jackets, a denim jacket and a varsity jacket.

"What am I going to do with so many jackets?!" He exclaims, holding a pile of jackets in his hands as I keep on adding tank tops and slim fit T-shirts in the pile as well. He looks extremely confused and I swear I want to smack the shit out of him. What does he think a makeover means?

"We're buying these so Paige can gift all of these to her sons that she's going to have with a bad boy named Mark," I say as I look at him with a stern face and he rolls his eyes at me before he walks over to the changing room to try on the tank tops and slim fit T-shirts.

A thought comes into my mind which makes me scratch my head in confusion. Paige said Mark is a bodybuilder and has those "dreamy finger-licking muscles", her words not mine. I have no idea if she was describing the drumsticks she ate or actually Mark's muscles. Sometimes I wonder what goes in my best friend's mind.

If she is suddenly into muscular boys how will I turn Zayn into that?

"What are we going to do about building your muscles and body in such a little time? Have you ever thought about going to the gym-" I begin to question Zayn when my sentence is cut off as Zayn comes out of the changing room in a slim-fit T-shirt that looks like it's going to tear into four pieces any minute because of its stretching on his biceps and chest, giving a prominent look to his toned up body.

"What the-holy faeces!" I scream with my mouth wide open upon the sight of Zayn. 

"Did you just say, 'Holy faeces'?" Zayn says, giving me a weird look as he stands in front of me in a black shirt. I completely ignore his question and walk forward to put a finger on his chest and bicep.

"Is this real? How come you have such a hot body?!" I shriek, completely astonished at the sight of Zayn's fully developed muscular body. How come he hid all of that under those baggy loose shirts? Yeah, maybe I am overreacting but I am not overreacting. Here I was getting worried about how would I turn him into a bodybuilder and this guy suddenly pops out of the changing room with a totally different body.

Next time remind me to never judge a book by its cover.

"I work out a lot. So you're calling me hot?" Zayn asks with a smirk on his face which snaps me out of his daze.

I was checking him out. I was definitely checking him out. I was checking him out for Paige.

Who am I kidding? I was not checking him out for Paige.

I was checking him out of curiosity.

Lies. A voice in my head speaks making me groan.

"Okay, the show's over. Back to business!" I clear my throat and quickly walk away from him, hearing him chuckle from behind. I hope he did not notice me checking him out.

After buying clothes, shoes and contact lenses for him we head to the hairdresser.

Zayn keeps on whining about the fact that he has to wear contact lenses now and that he is not used to it. I simply punched him in the gut as a response. To be honest, these transparent lenses are letting his eye colour come out perfectly. He has really beautiful huge honey brown eyes which were always covered with his big spectacles before. Now his eyes can do the magic, covered with his thick long eyelashes. I am sure Paige would love to stare into his eyes every time they would lean closer to kiss- I mean I would do the same.

What am I thinking?

I smack myself on the head, "What is wrong with me?" I question myself and find Zayn looking at me with a worried yet confused look. He mouths an 'are you okay?' and I just shrug it off, dragging him inside the hair salon.

I hope the thought that came to my mind a minute ago, does not ever come back. It was strange and weird. Why would I even think about kissing Zayn?

It's not like I have a problem with him-I do have a problem with him but I never thought about kissing anyone. Oh well, apart from Cesar back in fourth grade. But that was ages ago. This thought has been completely foreign to me for years until Zayn Malik shows up with his oh-so-beautiful honey brown eyes-HERE I GO AGAIN.

"Earth calling Malory," I hear Zayn's voice as he waves his hand in front of my face which catches my attention and I look up from the chair to him.

He now stands in front of me with a fresh new short haircut and a quiff from the front dyed blonde. My eyes slowly widen as I take in his new look, my gaze suddenly drops on a slit in his eyebrows, making me take out a "Woah," from my mouth. He shyly stands in front of me, mouthing a 'do I look good' and I nod my head, making him smile in return. He looks really different, of course in a positive way.

Wait, have I been thinking for so long that he already got done with his haircut, the dyeing part and also the eyebrow slit? What has gotten into me?!

"The eyebrow slit wasn't on the list," I say, smiling at him as we walk out of the salon towards the ear piercing shop. Yes, he wants an ear piercing too, according to him 'I want to look like a bad boy in every way', I mimic his voice inside my head.

"Oh, she smiles!" He teases, giving my arm a light push with his own, making me smile more so I start making weird faces to hide it. "Why are you hiding it with those hideous faces?" Zayn laughs at me and I just look at him to give him a stern look but fail miserably when he tries to copy the face I was making to hide my smile. I quickly look away from him, trying to control my laughter as much as I can but it eventually comes out. 

He grabs my face and turns it towards him, we both start laughing while looking at each other. At this point, I don't even know why we are laughing so much, and I'm sure neither does he. But this feeling is so foreign to me. Laughing from the bottom of my heart without even any reason. But I have to say it feels so good. Zayn's laugh fades a little as he begins to watch me closely, catching me off guard.

"What?" I ask, still laughing a little.

"You have a really beautiful laugh, you should show it off often," he says looking into my eyes then quickly shifting his gaze towards his feet.

My laugh fades a little at his comment, "Don't you dare throw compliments at me or I'll-"

"Or you'll?" Zayn challenges me as he raises one of his eyebrow up and stares at me.

My mind starts to baffle and for the first time in my life, I have no comments to pass or any words to argue with. Usually, words are on the tip of my tongue but nobody has ever challenged me like this and left me speechless. But Zayn, I have to say, is different in many ways. "Or I'll-I'll-I'll-" I begin to stammer, trying to come up with a threat or an insult. Zayn waits for an answer as he is trying to control his laughter that is about to come out. "It's coming! It's coming-the threat is coming! It's just too much pressure. Why is it getting so hot suddenly? It's definitely the weather that made my threat stop-" this was it to make Zayn burst into laughter which of course makes me laugh with him as well.

It feels like we're laughing at anything and everything without any fear in the world. The last time I genuinely laughed like this was four years back with my Dad. I have missed this feeling ever since.

My laugh dies down and smile fades when that thought crosses my mind, making Zayn furrow his eyebrows a little. I look away from him and start walking as I motion for him to quickly come.

"Are you okay?" I hear Zayn's genuine tone as he catches up with me and I nod, shrugging it away, but from the corner of my eyes, I can find him staring at me with worry laced in his expressions. I know he wants to ask what happened, I can tell by his behaviour that he wants to talk to me about it. But I don't want to. So I ignore him as I walk inside the jewellery shop for his piercing with Zayn following behind me.

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