“Em, I called Beck to come and pick you up and take you home.” I said to Em as we walked out.

“Ok, what about you? Where are you going?” She asked.

“Don’t worry. I just have a few things to do.” I said.

“Um, ok?” Em said, more as a question.

I smiled, “There’s Beck, Bye Em, see you later.” I said and hugged Em.

“Bye tori.” And with that she left in the car with Beck.

I sighed and walked back inside and sat down. I was playing on my phone, waiting for Zayn or Carla to show up.

About 5 minutes later, I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see the one and only Zayn standing there.

“You ready to go?” Zayn asked.

I smiled and nodded. I got up and put my bag on my shoulder.

As we were leaving the building, out of nowhere, Carla showed up and whispered something in Zayn’s ear. I wonder what she said.

Zayn nodded carefully and Carla left.

He looked at me for a minute, as he was thinking, then suddenly he grabbed my hand and held it. Wow, um, ok? When we got to the car, Zayn opened the door for me and shut it when I got in before jogging over to his side.

I would have thought of him as a gentleman, but I’m pretty sure he was told to do it, because there were paparazzi outside.

The ride to Starbucks, was a long, silent and awkward 10 minutes. When we finally reached there, Zayn came and opened my door and led me inside. We went and got in line to order.

“What would you like Victoria?” Zayn said when it was our turn to order.

“Um, just a hot chocolate please.” I said.

“Is that all?” Zayn asked me. I nodded and Zayn ordered what he wanted and paid.

We got our drinks and sat down. Zayn was on his phone, as usual. A few minutes later my phone buzzed, I checked and saw a new tweet.

@zaynmalik: Hanging out at Starbucks with @ToriJackson. :)

I smiled and looked up at Zayn, who was already looking at me with a blank expression. Ok, then.

“So? Victoria?” Zayn said awkwardly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, um, you can call me Tori, if you like.” I said. He nodded.

“So? What do you wanna talk about?” I asked him. Trying to break the tension between us.

He shrugged, ok, then. Well, isn’t this lovely? ( Note the sarcasm -_- )
I have no idea what to say!

A few minutes later, we were still sitting at the table in Starbucks of course. Zayn was on his phone again, it looked like he was scrolling through something. He sighed and looked quite upset, which made me frown.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Zayn after taking a sip of hot chocolate.

“Nothing!” Zayn snapped, looking at me quite angrily for a second before looking back to his phone.

Wow! This boy is rude! I don’t understand why he is being rude to me, I mean I didn’t do anything to him to make him so mad at me.

After we had been there about an hour, Zayn sighed and said, “C’mon lets go.”

I nodded and we both stood up. He grabbed my hand and walked me to the car. I noticed that there was a lot of paparazzi outside.

We got in the car and I told Zayn my address, and he took me home. The car ride was awkward and silent, apart from the music playing in the background.

When we reached my house, Zayn got out of the car and came and opened my door. He walked me up to my door and reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and gave it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“My number.” He said as if it was obvious.

“Ok, thanks.” I said.

Zayn turned and walked to his car.

Notes

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