"So, where are we headed?" Zayn asked as we pulled out of the school parking lot.
"My house," I replied absently as I fixed my hair in the mirror.
“Oh? Your house already?” he smirked and looked at me. It took me a few moments but I caught on and understood what he was implying. I blushed and glared at him. Zayn just laughed and grabbed my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine and resting them on the arm rest. I leaned my head back against the head rest and stared out the window.
“Hey,” Zayn gently shook my hand.
“Hm?” I looked at him.
“I wanna show you something,” he smiled. I loved that smile. I loved how his eyes crinkled up. I glanced at the digital clock in the car. Since I was in no hurry I said okay.
After a few minutes he turned into a forest. Well, no into the forest. There was a rocky road made of dirt along the line of trees.
“Sorry, love. It’s a bumpy ride,” he winked at me causing me to roll my eyes. He pulled over and got out. Before I had even unbuckled my seatbelt, he was there with the door open. My mouth dropped open. I looked towards the driver side and back to him. How did he get here so quickly?
“How-?” I was about to ask but Zayn cut me off by leaning over me and tugging on my belt.
“It gets stuck sometimes,” he said and offered me his hand which I gladly took but I was still curious as to how he moved so fast.
We climbed up a small hill, hidden by the trees. Zayn pulled me up and close against him.
“Wow,” the view was breathtaking. It was a small pond kind of place. Flowers were growing around it in al different colors. It was beautiful.
“I come here when I need to be alone. It’s kind of my secret hideout,” he ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck, looking like an adorable 2 year old. “There’s a small cave down there,” he pointed to the left. “I’ve got snacks if you’re hungry…”
I nodded as he led the way. I long branch nearly whacked me in the face making Zayn laugh. I grumbled some rude things under my breath.
The cave was tiny and cozy. I could see why he liked it here. I laughed as he showed me his collection of snacks. Marshmallows, a large variety of candy, different flavors of chips and gummies. I chose barbecue chips since it was my favorite flavor.
“I want to get to know you,” I said looking up at him. I was somewhere in the middle of lying and sitting on him.
“What do you wanna know?” he replied, popping a chip into his mouth.
“What’s your favorite color?” I started with simple questions.
“Red,” he said as he put another chip into his mouth. I watched him as he chewed.
God, I’m turning into such a big creeper.
“Favorite band?”
“NSYNC.”
“Who’re they?” I asked. His mouth dropped open.
“You don’t know who they are? Do you live under a rock, Rylee?” he sputtered and I couldn’t suppress the giggle that burst out of me. He shook his head at me.
“Moving on,” I laughed. “Favorite song?”
“Thriller by Michael Jackson,” he said running his hands through my hair.
“What do you do for fun?” I asked as he brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, sending shivers down my spine.
“Um… I don’t know… Mostly hang out with the lads,” he shrugged. “We play FIFA a lot.”
“What-“ he cut me off.
“My turn. It’s not fair that you know everything and I don’t know shit,” he said. I cringed inwardly at his language.
“Alright,” I consented. “What do want to know?” I asked. “I’m not that interesting of a person,” I added.
Zayn laughed. “I beg to differ. So, what’s your favorite color?”
“Um, it’s a tie between blue and green,” I said. He was playing with a strand of my hair. He asked me more questions, some of which I avoided and I think he noticed that too.
After a while my phone beeped. It was my mom.
“Hi, Mom,” I said into the phone as I motioned for Zayn to be quiet.
“Hey, sweetie. You home yet?” she asked.
“Uh… no. but I’ll there in a bit,” I told her.
“Oh take your time,” she sighed. “I have to stay longer. My boss announced a meeting. I’m not sure but I could be out until after 9.”
“Oh.”
“We have pizza in the freezer. Maybe you could invite Zack over. I know you’re with him,” her tone was light and teasing.
“Mom it’s Zayn,” I corrected her, forgetting for a moment that he was right there. His eyebrow shot up and he smirked at me. I blushed and turned away.
“Bye, bunny,” Mom laughed using my old nickname.
“Bye Mom,” I hung up quickly.
“What’s up?” his smirk was still present. I got up and dusted of my butt. He whistled in a low tone.
“Shut up,” I mumbled. We walked hand-in-hand back to his car.
“Which way is your house?” he asked once we were on the road.
“Um.” Good question, Zayn. Very good question. “I’m not sure. It’s about four blocks from school.”
He looked at me in utter disbelief. “You don’t know where you live?”
“I’m new here! Cut me some slack, Malik,” I defended myself and earned a chuckle from him. After what seemed like centuries, but actually was half and hour, we found it.
“That’s it!” I pointe to my older-than-Ice-Age house. He parked in the driveway and I pulled out my keys.
“It’s not really clean. We’re still unpacking,” I apologized. He just shrugged in response.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, hoping he would say no because I wasn’t sure if we had anything but water.
As if he read my mind, he shook his head. I left him admiring moms movie collection. I went up to my room and threw my bag beside the bed.
“This your room?” Zayn had followed me and scared the crap out of me. He slid his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. His hot lips peppered sweet, soft kisses on my neck.
“Yeah,” I somehow managed to push him away- but not too far. “I’m too lazy to open these,” I gestured around the room towards the boxes.
“I could help,” he suggested. I perked up instantly.
“Really? That’d be awesome!” I giggled. He grabbed the first box and tipped the top open. I stared at him. He literally ripped it off and threw it on one side.
“I’ll throw these out later,” he said. He held up the books. I pointed to the shelf in the corner. I opened another box and started to put my clothes away.
“Did you take these?” Zayn was holding up some pictures.
“Uh… Yeah, I was going through this phase where everything was about photography. I sucked of course, so I let it go.”
“Ry, these are amazing,” he flipped through them
“They’re okay I guess,” I shrugged. He opened his mouth to argue but then closed it again. I suddenly had an idea. I opened the box in which I had carefully packed the camera. Zayn’s back was towards me so he couldn’t see what I was doing. I watched him pull of his hoodie and throw it on my bed. His white t-shirt fit his snugly. I could see very curve of muscle and his tattoos. I raised the camera to my eye and snapped a picture just as he turned. He was looking directly at me. Then his gaze lowered to the camera. I snapped more pictures as he got closer. Once within reach, he gently pried my fingers off the camera and set it on the desk behind me.
Slowly, he bent his head forward until our lips were almost touching. I licked my lips to moisten them. His lips brushed mine. Just barely. A whisper of a kiss. That triggered something deep inside me. I reached up and locked my hands around his neck, pulling him down to my height and pressing my lips against his. I felt his hand on my hips. They moved up and down as if he was warming me up.
A groan escaped his lips. He ran his across my lower lip, asking for entrance, which I gladly gave. His arms tightened around my waist and lifted me up, setting my on the desk. Gasping for a breath, I pulled back. After a few seconds, Zayn’s lips found mine again. I ran my hand down his biceps loving the feel of his arms flexing.
This time he broke the kiss. The way he looked at me made me feel naked and vulnerable. Like he could see everything, my flaws mostly. He pressed his forehead against mine.
“That was,” Zayn was breathing hard. “Perfect.”
It was perfect. Much better than the one behind the dumpster. The sudden thought made me burst out with laughter. Zayn looked at me as if I’d gone crazy. I just shook my head.
Finally, after God knows how long, he said his mom was expecting him home for dinner. Before he left, he added his number to my new cell, and vice versa.
I walked him to his car, where he pulled me into anther heated his. It took all my willpower to not drag him back into the house. I went inside and stared at myself in the mirror. My lips were pink and swollen.
Freshly kissed.
As I turned around, I saw that he left his hoodie on my bed. I quickly grabbed it and ran out but he was already long gone.

Notes

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Sorry this chapter took so long :/
From now on I'll try updating twice a week.
Anyways, Zerrie is getting married <3 I feel weird writing this story now bcoz he's gonna get married xD
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