Just A Little Bit

Old R&B music was playing softly in his Bentley Continental Gt. I expected a sports car but this was also really nice. I've never been in a car like this and being in this short space with Zayn had me choking on the tight air. He was still holding my hand- across the armrest.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, turning off of main street. I shrugged, staring out the tinted windows. "Nothing really." He mumbled something incoherent and I wanted to know what he said.

"What about you?"

He side-glanced me, a smirk playing his full lips. I blushed and looked away from him back out the windows. More shops were showing as well as tiny little restaurants and such.

"You don't want to know."

We pulled into a parking lot and his hand left mine to park. My hand felt empty without his warmth. I flexed it awkwardly before unbuckling my seatbelt and fumbling with the door handle. My eyes widened when I realized Zayn had locked me in. I turned back to face him and he sat waiting, staring intently with a thoughtful expression. I raised an eyebrow.

"Whatcha doing, Malik?"

"What ever do you mean, Matter?"

"I'm asking you why you've locked me in?"

"I enjoy watching you."

My breath hitched and he smirked. Was he being serious right now? If he was, I'd take that as a comment. If he was teasing, I will enjoy his banter before we get back to campus and he takes his reputation back.

"As much as that's not creepy," I shot him a pointed look and was rewarded with an amused chuckle. "I'd really like food."

He bit his lip, staring at me a moment longer before sighing and pressing a button on the side.

"Thank you." I breathed. His hand was on my hand again, pulling me back before I reached the handle. I frowned. "Really?!" I asked exasperated. He nodded seriously.

"Stay here, please."

Zayn opened his door and got out and I was left sitting in the small car alone. A minute later the passenger door opened. I looked up at him and his full smile- how it crinkled his eyes and spread over his cheeks. His hand shot out and I lightly placed my on it while he lifted me up effortlessly.

"Thanks." I whispered.

"I don't do this." He said, repeating the words I had said last night. I nodded yet slightly confused. I looked to him for more. If I saw correctly, a rush of color swarmed his cheeks. His thumb skimmed over my knuckles and his eyes stayed on the ground.

"I don't do the lunch stuff and-"

"Its okay." I comforted, smiling genuinely at him. At least he was trying. He was trying, with me. A wave of ecstasy chilled my spine.

We made our way into the restaurant and surprisingly it was busy. Zayn found us a spot in a small corner. I smiled at him again, the feelings he caused becoming more familiar. He made me feel good. Oh God.

"So, what do you normally get here?" I questioned, flipping open the menu and tilting my head down to read over the delicious meals. The feeling of someone's eyes on me caused me to look back up. Zayn was smiling lightly, his eyes a twinkling brown in the bright lights. I smiled back subconsciously.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, you're just beautiful."

I blushed, looking back down and keeping my shaking hands flat on my knees.

"If that's how you get in my pants, it won't work."

He hummed and leaned forward, elbows meeting the table. I raised an eyebrow. "What will?" I wrinkled my nose and was grateful for the waiter who came over. I took one look at him and was literally drooling.

So fucking hot.

His blue eyes shined down at me, a smile ghosting his appearance. Yum.

Zayn cleared his throat but I couldn't tear my eyes away from...Stan. I scowled. What an odd name for such a beautiful guy.

"Can I start you off with a drink?" He asked after introducing himself. His eyes landed on mine and I swallowed heavily.

"Coke." Zayn's voice was hard. Stan nodded and scribbled down the order, turning to me with a raised eyebrow and sincere smile. I lost my voice for a second. "Oh, uh." I coughed, a dirty thought filtering its way into my language. "Coke." I choked out.

"You okay?" Stan asked.

I nodded, swallowing down my embarrassment.

"Uh, yeah."

He smiled and left and I looked to Zayn. His face was expressionless and I feared I lost the playful Zayn moments ago.

What did I do wrong?

Notes

Its shot cuz my mom called me for dinner. :S