She's The One - One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 7 - Jessica and Zayn :)

Jessica's P.O.V

                                                                        Zayn and I walk down the road towards the restaurant, our hands swinging side by side. They touch for a brief second, sending shockwaves down my spine and around my body. I can feel that spark between us building, growing more powerful. The second time our hands connect, Zayn clasps mine tight and doesn't let go, causing the spark to shift into a buzz. I look up and see Zayn grinning at me from behind his nerd glasses. I smile back, squeezing his hand affectionately, letting him know that I'm definitely okay with this.

                                                                         We swing our now intertwined hands between us. I can't keep the goofy smile off my face. I spot several teenage girls gawping at Zayn, their jaws, literally falling open. I see one, eyeing him up and down. She's dressed in a tight, rather revealing purple dress, far too and I can see her cat like eyes, running all over Zayn before glancing at me and sneering.

                                                   Zayn seems to notice and quickly wraps his arm around me, pulling me tight against him. I smirk and nod triumphantly at the air-head bimbo, who turns away, disgusted.

                                                    After another few minutes walking, we find Frankie & Bennie's, and push ourselves in through the door, feeling the rush of heat wrap around us. I smile at Zayn and he walks over to the small podium, where a waitress is standing, chewing on her pencil. "Hello miss, myself and my.......girlfriend have reservations here." He gestures around the restaurant where various couples and families sit, laughing or talking.

                                                     The woman's jaw drops, and she fixes us both with a stare. "Er, yes of course!" She blusters, shakily checking over the register. "Zayn Malik? And Jessica Malik?" She looks at us confused. "You can't be siblings! Are you...married?" She asks. Zayn laughs while I blush, fighting back a giggle.

                                                  "Oh no! We're just....really, really good friends!" He tells her. The woman still looks doubtful but sighs and beckons us with one long, red finger nail. We follow her to the back of the room where a small table, draped with a pristine white table-cloth, two low burgundy chairs are pushed up against it and set on the tabletop is a candle holder set with four tall, white candles, gleaming cutlery and ruby red napkins. The table is completed with a single red rose placed in a glass vase.

                                                I gasp. Zayn looks over and smiles before leading me to one chair and pulling it out for me, being the perfect gentleman. He moves to his own seat, but, before sitting down, he removes the thick cardigan he's been wearing all day. Underneath he is wearing a clean, pressed white shirt, a black tie and long fitted black skinny jeans. I grin widely, almost drooling. He winks and takes his seat.

                                              "I'll leave you two 'love birds' to think about what you want." The woman tells us, before wiggling her hips and walking away. Typical, even the thirty-something year olds are out to impress Zayn!

                                           "So, Jessica....I um, well, I guess this is our first date! Seeing as you had to leave that first night!" He pulls a puppy dog face and I laugh, leaning across the table and taking his hand in mine. "I'm sorry about that Zayn....my Mum just needed me." I explain. That's the truth. My mum started freaking out when I wasn't back by seven, I'm supposed to let her know absolutely everything and she then demanded I come home, no matter where I was.