Tiffany's POV
“You’re going to need your swimsuit.” Zayn told me as we walked down the corridor silently.

“What? Why? It’s freezing!” I shrieked silently, looking outside.

“Remember what I told you.” Zayn smiled.

I took a deep breath. “I need to trust you.”

Just as I breathed out, we heard a door slam and footsteps walking down the carpeted hall in which we were in.

I stopped dead in my tracks, putting my hand out in front of Zayn. He stopped too, but had a look of confusion on his face.

“What?” He mouthed to me.

“At this school, if you get caught out of class without a hall pass, you’re dead.” I motioned towards the direction of the footsteps.

Zayn looked around, and spotted a janitors closet.

“In there?” He asked.

I nodded, unsure, and followed him silently to the small, dark room.

Zayn's POV

Inside, we closed the door and my body was squashed up against hers.

“This is nice.”

She turned so our torso’s where touching and my face was just above hers.

“Isn’t it?”

She giggled, but quickly hushed as the footsteps grew louder.

To my relief, they walked straight past the closet.

We waited a little longer until we opened the door.

I peered out. The hall was empty.

I pulled Tiffany out of the closet and we continued down the manor.

As we snuck around the back of the building to the dorms, she slipped her hand into mine. I locked it tightly there.

“Don’t be scared.” I winked.

She clutched my hand tighter.

TIffany's POV

When we had finally successfully snuck into my dorm, I grabbed my bikini.

Zayn stood around, looking at the messy floor.

“Ok, let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and led him out of the dorm.

We stopped outside so I could lock my door.

He put his hand out and I took it.

“Let’s get outta here.”

We tip-toed through the corridor and out of the dorm building.

“Follow me.” He let go of my hand and we slid through the back fence behind the massive dorm structure.

Once we were off school grounds, my heart really started to race. I think Zayn saw it because he rubbed my arm soothingly.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. I’ve done this so many times before that I’ve learnt how to do this without getting in shit.”

I smiled at him uncertainly.

Zayn’s car was parked on the street behind the university.

I climbed into the front seat of his black jeep. Zayn’s car smelt of leather and faint cigarette smoke.

As he buckled his seat belt, he looked over to me.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

I sat back into the seat as Zayn pulled away from the curb.

Notes

hey guys,
Where do you think Zayn is taking Tiffany? c; x