"It's getting pretty late outside," He sung.
I huffed before bringing my legs closed to my body. It's really cold outside and I really want to go home now. To be honest, I'm really glad Zayn is with me. I'm not getting eaten by a grizzly bear today.
"Millie?" He called me.
"Yes?" I answered. Zayn stood up before walking over to sit with me.
"You want my sweater?" He offered.
I nodded my head quickly, it looked as if my head was about to come off. I mean it's really cold and there's no fire, we haven't heard anything from my family, and worst of all is that it's getting really dark outside. Wait that's not the worst part...we don't even have a tent with us.
I grabbed his sweated from his hands and putting it on. "Warm...." I melted into it.
"Wanna start a fire?" He asked.
No come cuddle with me.
"If that can keep me warm, then yes." I shivered. "How do you even know you can make one?"
"I read a lot..." he kept his head down. "Of survival books."
"Well, yeet! Start a fire, those books have better taught you something or I'm gonna complain." I pointed my finger at him.
Zayn smiled at me before getting and gathering all of the firer worthy supplies. I sat on the floor while rubbing my hands together.
I would help-
No you wouldn't
Okay, well. I wouldn't help because I'm freezing. Zayn doesn't even have a sweater on and yet he looks still okay to me.
"Ready?" He held two sticks in his hands.
I nodded, in one swift movement he clicked the sticks together and a spark flew. I jumped as the spark created large flames.
"Holy damn! How did you do that?!" I panicked.
Zayn smiled proudly at his work before looking up at me, "I'm not dumb, I have a lighter with me." He held up a cigarette lighter between his fingers. I sent him a glare before sticking my tongue out at him.
Zayn began to laugh as he pointed at my face. "You thought I was gullible!" He said, between some laughs.
"Not funny," I flipped him off.
Zayn didn't reply but pat a spot next to him, I quickly got up and rushed over to his side. I put my hands near the fire. The warmth was getting to me and I enjoyed it.
"You can cuddle with me." Zayn suggested. He stared at me with a small smirk.
"I'd rather die," I gave him a sweet smile.
"Okay suit yourself," He sighed his shoulders, "can you give me my sweater back?"
I gawked at him, "No!" My fingers began to curl against the fabric.
"Not literally! You wouldn't do that!" I panicked.
Zayn shrugged his shoulders and began to move some of the fire wood around. It remained quiet for at least one minuet. Then Zayn decided to touch my ankle.
Weird.
I don't think that's Zay-
"Stop it!" I hit his shoulder.
Zayn stared at me surprised, "Stop what? I didn't do anything."
"You're lying, admit it." I glared at him.
