Baby Blue Eyes (Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Late Night Talks

Chapter Ten

"Are you sure we can go out this way?" I whispered.

We were somewhere deep in the halls of the arena. There was no one around and all you could hear were the sound of my heels against the tile floors. Zayn acted like he knew where he was going when in reality he was winging it all.

"Yes, I know where I'm going," He hissed as he looked down between two hall ways.

"Left or right pretty boy?"

"Hmm," He said thinking, "Definitely right." And we made out way down the hallway.

"Hey! You guys can't be down here!" We heard a man shout.

"Oh shit," Zayn whisper shouted.

"Nice Zayn," I hit his arm lightly.

"Get over here right now!" The man shouted again.

Zayn and I looked at each other. An idea came into my head. I mouthed 'run' to him and we took off.

"Hey! Come back here!" He shouted.

Zayn was a little faster than me so he grabbed my hand so I could keep up. His hand felt warm against mine.

"Wait wait!" I stopped him and quickly took my heels off. He laughed and took my hand again. We were running as fast as we could, laughing the whole way. I had never done anything like this before. My adrenaline was high and I was ready to do anything. I wanted to jump of a cliff into some freezing, cold water. I wanted to go skydiving. I even wanted to go skinny dipping. It's amazing how one little moment can make you feel. I looked behind us and the man was having a hard time keeping up. He was breathing rather hard and stopped to catch his breath. We kept turning corners and I had to hold my dress to keep from stepping on it. I was showing a lot more leg than before. We finally spotted an exit door and we burst through it. Once the fresh air hit us, we stopped to take a breath.

"I think he's done for the night," I breathed out.

"Whoo, that was fun," Zayn laughed.

I smiled and pulled the strap on my dress back on my shoulder that had fallen when we were running.

"I can't believe we did that," I shook my head in disbelief.

"Yeah me either. Mikayla and I would never do anything like that."

"That's cause Mikayla isn't fun like me," I joked.

Zayn grinned at me in response.

"So what now?" I asked.

"We walk."

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

And with that Zayn began walking off. I followed behind him and caught up to him. It was around eight o'clock so of course it was pretty dark. Not to mention chilly. We walked in silence neither of knew where we were heading. I just followed Zayn. Wherever he went, I went. I began giggling to myself. Never thought I'd be in a situation like this. I had no idea where I was. I was wearing a thousand dollar gown. And I was walking with a celebrity. How did my life end up this way?

I'd say we walked for a good half hour. Neither still had said a word to each other. Eventually I knew where we were going. I could just smell the salt water. We were so close. I could hear the waves crashing on shore.

"Follow me," Zayn said.

"Haven't I been doing that the whole time?"

Zayn playfully rolled his eyes and walked towards the sand. I picked the bottoms of my dress up and followed. He went towards the pier and climbed a ladder that was nailed to the side. I groaned and reluctantly followed. He walked towards the very end and pulled his shoes off. I watched him from a distance, afraid of what he was going to do. He loosened his tie and took it off along with his suit coat. Almost seemed like he was stripping.