The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

*Zayn POV*

I dropped Jess off at the Alley, and sat for awhile, contemplating what to do, when she turned.
"Yes."
"Sorry, yes what?"
"Yes, I'll stay with you." I immediatly jumped out of the car and hugged her, then put her down, realising that I may crush her.
"Uhm...Okay...?" She is probably confused, I figure.

I'm fascinated by her, how a girl like herself is out on the streets. I open the passenger door for her, and she gets in . I run around the car, hop in, and start driving.

"So...Tell me about yourself?"
"Well, uh, how much do you wanna hear?"
"As much as you're comfortable telling me."
"Uh...Wow...OK."
"What?"
"It's just...You're really nice, is all."
"Thanks...So...?"
"Oh, right. Well, I was raised in a home where my parents only seemed to be the least bit proud of me when I did something they thought was right, but, they yelled at me a lot, and when I tried to fight back, my dad would hit me. I decided that I'd had enough by the time I was 13, and ran away. And, by the way, I never got the chance to ask...Why would an 'International Superstar' try to help me?"
"It's not that I wanted to help you as an 'International Superstar', but that I just knew you needed help."
"Oh, OK, uh, thanks."
"Sure."

The rest of the ride home was silent and awkward. I kept glancing back at her, as she looked out the window with an expression on her face that I couldn't quite comprehend. I parked the car and got out, quickly, running over to her door to open it for her.

After she was safely inside of the house, I decided to talk.
"So, Jess, I have a propasal to offer you..."
"Go on, then."
"Well, I get kind of...Lonely...Here, and I was wondering if, maybe, you'd like to, I mean, if you're comfortable with it, uhm...Would you be okay with it if-"
"Oh, spit it out already!" Wow. Fiesty. I like that.
"Well, here goes, would you stay here and keep me company as a job?"
"Like, your girlfriend...?"
"Well, not officially, you wouldn't be able to tell anyone."
"Okay, but, what would I do?"
"Just keep me company, and, if you want, cook."
"Anything else?"
"Well, If you'd like to, we could, sometimes, you know..." I trailed off, hoping she understood.
"Oh, uh, well, how much would this...'Job'...Pay?"
"How does £8,000 a week sound?"
"Oh, wow, how do you have that much money?"
"Well, having good looks and a fine voice pays well," I wink. She giggles. God, she's adorable.
"Uhm, okay, I guess. When do I start?"
"Whenever you want, love."

I just hope this doesn't backfire.

Notes

Aww...! Zayn is so sweet!

~Annalisa