Brit's POV

The day went on slowly, but eventually ended, and I hurried to my locker again, packing up for the day. I then remembered my date with Zayn, and I texted Nicole I wasn't going to be able to call and I was shutting my phone off, and that I would call as soon as I could. I turned it off before she could reply, and I hurried to my car, and Dez followed me.

I gunned it and pulled out of the parking lot like nobody's business. Dez's eyes widened with shock.

"In a bit of a hurry, aren't we?"

I internally rolled my eyes. I forgot I hadn't told her about my date with Zayn. "I have a date right when we get home."

She smiled. "Oh, really? Who with?"

I snickered. "It's a surprise. Don't worry, you'll get to meet him."

"Do I know him?"

I shook my head, laughing. "Most definitely."

A few minutes later, I pulled into our driveway. I rushed inside and into my room, trying to find the right thing to wear, because a I didn't want to wear what I had worn to school on our date. I searched my closet, and I found a gray H&M Jersey dress with a skull on it. I didn't remember I had that, but cool. I got my gray Toga Pulla Buckled suede ankle boots, and I found a gray bow to go in my hair. I put my brown hair into a ponytail, and then put on one of my many bracelets and a skull necklace. I was ready.

I texted Zayn to ask him if he was at my house yet, and he replied he just pulled up. I grabbed my house key in case Dez locked the door, and I shouted for her to come outside with me.

"Come, Jarvis, for my date is here!"

I heard her squeal, and she hurried out of her room, trying to put on a pair of sweats. I laughed, and said, "Are you ready for the shock of your life?"

"Why, yes I am, Jerry," she replied, giggling. I led her out the door, and there he was, standing in front of his blue Mercedes. Holy shit, I thought. Wait, shit's not holy. Shut up, brain.

Dez saw who it was, and she lost her shit. She was fangirling everywhere, screaming, "Jerry got a date with sexy Zayn over here!" and she wouldn't stop. I had to carry her back into the house, and lock the door. Good thing I had my keys. I was laughing so hard, and Zayn was cracking up, also.

"Uh, that was my roommate, Dez," I said nervously, still laughing.

"I figured," he said, shaking his head, smiling. "Who's Jerry?"

I laughed even harder. "Jerry is me. Back in sophomore year, we had English together, and we were reading A Tale of Two Cities, and one of the character's names was Jarvis Lorry, and I loved that name, so I call Dez 'Jarvis' all the time now as her nickname. She decided I had to have one if she did, and another character's name was Jerry Cruncher, so now I am forever known as 'Jerry' to her. Yes, these are men names we are talking about," I finished, my hand on my forehead, grinning.

"Wow," Zayn said, chuckling. "Anyhow, are you ready?"

"Yes, please take me away from this place," I said jokingly. Was I joking? I didn't quite know. I just wanted to get some coffee. I needed it.

I got in the front seat of his amazing car, and he drove off. "Would you like some Starbucks, love?"

I nodded vigorously, and he laughed. I smiled, glad I could make him laugh. I was nervous, though. What would he think of me? Was this really the right decision? I thought of the Schrodinger's cat story, and I decided to go with my gut. And besides, Jon was moving on quickly, so why shouldn't I?

The car ride was full of jokes, laughter, questions about the other person, and we seemed to be hitting it off okay. He arrived at Starbucks, and parked. We walked into the coffee shop, and some people gawked at Zayn, recognizing him, but he just ignored them. He walked up to the counter, and the cashier almost fainted, I swear.

"What would you like, lovely?" he asked me.

"An Americano is fine," I said quietly.

He smiled at me and just shook his head. "We will take an Americano and a blueberry muffin, miss," he said to the cashier.

I was confused. "Aren't you getting a drink?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I prefer Red Bull, and I had one before I came to get you."

"Oh," I said. My drink arrived, and he asked me, "Would you like to share the muffin?"

"I'm okay," I said, forcing a smile. Unfortunately, he didn't buy it.

"Why not?" he asked. "Don't you like muffins?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess, but I'm just not hungry." That was a lie.

"How can you not be? You didn't eat lunch. You never eat lunch."

"Fine. If you must know, I don't like eating in front of people. I don't like eating period."

He grabbed my drink, fixed it for me, took the muffin and set the items on a nearby table. He turned to me, and blinked. "Why do you feel that way?"

I internally rolled my eyes. "It's a long story, Zayn. I don't want to talk about it."

Still, he stared at me. After a few seconds, he turned back around, grabbed a fork, got some of the muffin on it, and handed it to me. He looked upset. "Eat it."

I sighed, and took the bite. It was delicious, but I didn't show it. Instead, I said, "Happy?"

He laughed a little. "Sit," he said, gesturing at a chair. I sat, and he took the seat across from me. I took a sip of my espresso, and it was so good. "Mmm," I said.

He smiled. "So, do you want to talk about what happened with you and Jon?"

I closed my eyes. I had forgotten about that. I didn't want to, but he deserved to know. So I told him everything, from our fight about him to me yelling at him through the practice room wall. Once I finished, he stared at the table.

"If you didn't want to come, you--"

"No, I did," I cut him off. "Don't tell anyone, but you were always my favorite of the group. I've fantasized about this day since I knew your band existed. I really like you, Zayn, and getting to know you was the best decision I made."

That made him smile a little. "When I first saw you on stage," he began, "I thought I was hallucinating. Your voice, it is so perfect. And I thought you were quite pretty."

He looked up at me, and I grinned. "You're not too bad yourself," I said, laughing. "To be quite honest, I would rather be with you than have a jerk for a music partner. He didn't understand anything I was trying to say, wouldn't see my side, but you, you completely get it, and I appreciate that. You're a better person than I ever thought you might be."

He stared at me for a moment. "I love how you're not afraid to tell me anything, except your eating habits," he said jokingly. "I think I like you, too, Britney."

Inside, I was jumping up and down and screaming, but on the outside, I just smiled. "You really are beautiful," he said. "And the best thing is that you don't act like a bitch." I smiled at his word choice.

"I try, I try," I said, laughing.

Zayn looked at his phone, checking the time. "It's about 4:30. Would you like to come to our hotel and hang out with me and the guys?"

My heart raced at the thought. I know what usually happened during those times when girls went to their hotel, and I didn't know if I wanted that or not. "Yeah, absolutely," I said before I could stop myself.

"Cool," he said, smiling. "Let's go, then."

The car ride was fairly short, since the hotel was fairly close to Starbucks. We entered the hotel hall, and stopped in front of a door. Zayn pulled out the key card and slipped it in its slot, and we heard a click, and he opened the door. It was one of the biggest hotel rooms I had ever seen, and the boys were scattered around the floor, eyes engrossed on the TV, playing Halo.

"Damn it, Louis, you're making me lose!" Niall shouted, and Louis cackled.

"Liam, you bloody twat!" Harry shouted as his player fell over dead.

I cracked up, and Zayn smiled. "Guys, I think you can spare a moment to say hi to Brit," he said.

Someone paused the game, and they all jumped up and bombarded me with hellos and hugs. It was so surreal to be in this position. Harry came up to me last, and as he was hugging me, he whispered to me, "Zayn told me you and Jon broke apart. Are you okay?"

I nodded. I could tell Harry was going to be a close friend to me, and maybe I could set him up with Nicole. She idolized Harry. Violet loved Louis, so maybe that could happen, too. The downside was that they ran into them while trying to get to me.

After they had all said hey, they went into the kitchen to get something to eat. "You wanna go watch a movie with me in my room?" Zayn whispered into my ear from behind me. I nodded slowly, and Zayn led the way. We entered his room, and it was very nice. The bed was huge, but I didn't see any movies. "Where are the movies?" I asked him.

"I pack some every time we go on tour," Zayn said, smiling. "What would you like to watch?"

I thought a moment. "Scarface?" I asked.

His eyes went wide. "That is my favorite movie," he said, smiling. "I think I'm falling in love."

We laughed, and he put the movie in. He sat on his bad and patted the spot next to him, so I took it. I lay on my stomach next to him, and he took my hand in his. I scooted closer to him, and I just felt so happy. I didn't have to worry about him judging me; I could be myself. We watched the first half of the movie in silence, and then he sat up, pausing the movie. I sat up also, confused.

"What is it?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "I'm just worried."

"What about?"

He hesitated, then said, "Your answer if I ask you to be my girlfriend."

I smiled. "Why don't you ask and you'll find out."

He warily looked up at me, and said, "Brit, will you do me the honor of being my official girlfriend?"

I leaned forward and gave him a tiny kiss on his lips, and whispered, "Yes."

Notes

http://www.polyvore.com/brits_date_with_zayn/set?id=98308883

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