There's No Such Thing As Too Young

"Guys! Hurry up!" Harry shouted through the door, knocking on it.

"Two minutes!" Zayn called, rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

Everybody had decided that they wanted to take their hung-over asses to the mall, to spend some time together before they left Tuesday morning.

I was perched on Zayn's bed, my make-up scattered in front of me.

My stomach was bubbling with nerves, and excitement about tonight.

I wasn't going to change my mind about what I told Zayn earlier.

I finished blending my blush, and wiped my hands clean.

I was sat in my denim shorts from yesterday, a grey Key Street top, with a snap back on, and my vans.

Emily and I were wearing things that covered our faces, just in case any fans noticed us with the guys, or even worse...fans from our school.

It really wouldn't go down well that two teenagers were dating older men, and famous musicians.

I put my make-up bag back into my purse, and lay back on Zayn's bed, watching him get dressed.

He turned around as he dropped his towel to pull on some boxers, which I rolled my eyes at.

I'd be seeing everything later.

I continued to watch him get dressed, right down to when he was slipping some Nike's on.

"Ready?" He asked, holding a hand out.

"Yep." I replied, heaving myself up.

Zayn handed me some Ray Bans, which I pushed onto my face.

The ride to the mall was quite short.

All the couples took their partners cars, expect for Liam, Niall and Harry, who weren't a couple but rode together anyway.

"Where first?" Louis asked, holding hands with Emily.

She was pretty much wearing the same as me, with sunglasses on too.

I couldn't help but feel like an idiot wearing them indoors, but I'll probably take them off when Zayn and I are alone somewhere.

"None of us are going to want to go to the same shops, so we should probably just split and go our seperate ways. Anyway, Drella and I need to sort some stuff out." Zayn said, glancing at me as his arm wound around my waist tightly.

"Yeah, whatever." Harry shrugged, not really bothered.

"Shall we all arrange to meet somewhere at about Four?" Liam wondered, rocking on his heels.

Everyone nodded.

"What about that Ice Cream place in the food court?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, yeah. We all have each other’s numbers, so we can text if we're going to be late or whatever." Zayn explained.

"Alright then, see ya later!" Harry and Liam called, heading towards best buy.

And with that, we all went our separate ways.

"So what do we need to sort out?" I frowned at Zayn, utterly confused as to what he was on about earlier when he was talking to Harry.

"You'll see." He replied, taking my hand and dragging me into CVS.

"Why are we in here?" I chuckled, looking around me.

Zayn said nothing, just dragged me to an isle towards to the back of the empty store.

Luckily it was Sunday, so nobody was around.

My mouth dropped open when I saw what aisle we were down.

"No way!" I gasped, trying to escape Zayn's hold.

"Don't be embarrassed, Drella. It's perfectly normal for a couple to buy condoms." Zayn smugly replied, his eyes scanning the shelves.

Why the hell was he doing this?

"This is embarrassing, let's go." I pleaded, pulling on his arm.

"Nope, if we're going to do it, we've got to be safe." Zayn calmly replied.

"Oh my god." I muttered, hiding my face in my hands.

"Right, what shall we go for? Extra safe, ribbed, fruit flavored? Ooh! Tingly ones!" Zayn gasped, his voice slightly louder than normal.

Dickhead!

"Okay! Okay! You've made your point! Choose some, and let's go!" I said, glancing around us.

He laughed and grabbed a box of extra safe ones, and towed me to the checkout.

I avoided the gaze of the cashier as Zayn paid, I'm sure I would have fainted from embarrassment.

I walked away and out of the store, with Zayn laughing at my expense behind me.

"You're an asshole." I grumbled, walking a few paces in front of him.

"Aw, baby! Don't be angry!" Zayn cooed, wrapping his arms around me from behind and dropping the condoms into my handbag, out of sight.

"You're so embarrassing! Why can't you be a normal boyfriend?!" I whined, tipping my head back on his shoulder.

"Zayn! Oh my god!" We heard someone shout, and Zayn froze against me.

"Fuck." He muttered, letting me go and turning around to the source of the voice.

We both looked as a young girl ran up to us, wearing purple jeans and a One Direction top.

I inwardly cringed.

She was obviously a fan.

"Can I get a picture with you?" She gushed, breathing heavily.

"Um, yeah." Zayn said, shuffling awkwardly.

He posed with her, and her arm was around his waist.

"Thank you, I love you so much! My name's Mya by the way!" She told him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Zayn awkwardly patted her back and pulled away after a few seconds.

She eyed me up, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

Zayn noticed the tension between us and made a move.

"Erm, we have to go now, but it was nice meeting you Mya!" Zayn exclaimed, wrapping an arm around my waist.

She waved at us as we walked away, and Zayn sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, touching his cheek.

"I hate that fans have to disrupt my time with you."

"It's not their fault."

"You're perfect." He smiled, ducking to peck my lips.

I giggled and squeezed his hand.

I couldn't help but notice the color difference between our skin.

Mine was milky white, whereas Zayn's was tanned with all of his tattoos.

Complete opposites.

It was true, Zayn and I were complete opposites.

He was loud and outgoing, not afraid of anything.

I was quiet and self-reserved.

I often wonder if my personality would be different if I didn't have so many problems.

About Two hours later Zayn and I were sat in the food court, waiting for the others.

I took my cap and sunglasses off, shaking my hair out.

Nobody was around to notice who I was.

It was a good job I looked older than what I was.

"Do you want me to stay at yours tonight?" Zayn asked, circling an arm around my shoulders.

"You need to." I said softly, resting my head in his neck.

"Are you scared?"

"A bit." I said gently, and I heard Zayn sigh.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me, I promise." I assured him, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're not a..." He trailed off.

"No." I shook my head, and Zayn relaxed a little.

Zayn was about to say something, but we were disrupted by Harry, Liam, Niall, Louis and Emily sitting down.

"What are you two whispering about?" Niall asked, knocking his knuckles against the table edge.

"I'm staying at Drella's tonight and tomorrow." Zayn stated.

"What are you going to do about the tour bus? It's picking us up from ours." Liam asked, frowning.

"Get the driver to stop at Drella's, there's no way I'm leaving her alone before we leave." Zayn shrugged.

"That reminds me actually, I need a favor." Emily interrupted, talking to me.

"And what's that?" I asked, dreading what she was going to ask.

"I told my Mom I'm staying at yours tonight."

"But you're not?" I said slowly,

"Nope, I'm going to Louis's."

"And this involves me how?"

"If she phones, tell her I'm there." She pleaded, pulling the puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not lying for you." I chuckled, leaning into Zayn's side.

"Please! I'd do it for you!" She exclaimed.

I always fell for that sentence!

"Fine." I sighed, giving in to her pout.

She squealed and reached across the table, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Hey! Hands off my girlfriend!" Zayn yelled, flicking her in the forehead.

"Ow!" She shouted, flicking him back,

I merely sat and watched them, an amused look on my face.

"Children, stop." Niall laughed, pulling them apart.

"My girl totally won." Louis bragged, teasing Zayn.

"She did not!"

"Did too!"

"I won! Babe, tell them!" Zayn said to me, jutting out his bottom lip.

"You're all as bad as each other." I replied, rolling my eyes.

They continued to bicker.

I watched them, feeling my heart ache because I was going to miss these guys so much over the next few weeks.

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