I'd Dye For You || m.c.

Chapter 24

Zoë's POV

We'd been driving for what seems like forever and I began to wonder just what Zayn has planned for us this evening. He can be quite sneaky from what I remember and that slightly worries me. I like a strict schedule most of the time, but I can go for an adventure every once in a while.

After about 45 minutes of driving we finally pulled into a dark driveway. Okay now I was starting to get worried.

"Put this on." He says handing me a bright red blindfold. Now I was getting really worried.

"Can I not?" I ask, trying to hand him back the blindfold.

"Do you think I would do anything to hurt you Zee? Trust me." He says, giving me a reassuring smile.

I nod and tie the blindfold around my head so it was covering my eyes. The darkness was, well, dark.

I hear Zayn slip out of the car and close his door. His quiet footsteps become louder as he opens my car door and slips me into his arms. I warp my arms around his neck and wait patiently as he takes me to wherever he was planning.

He eventually stops walking and sets me down. I hear an unlocked door open and I shudder slightly. Why can't people just lock their doors? Do you want people to break in and steal all of your shit? I don't get it.

Zayn takes my hand and leads me into the house. He ushers me to what I can assume is a couch and has me sit down on it.

"Count to ten, then take the blindfold off." He say, then I hear him shuffle away.

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I remove the blindfold from my eyes and squint at he brightness of the room, which was actually quite dark. The room was filled with hundreds of little candles, burning their bright yellow glow. Zayn was sat at a black piano smiling at me. Wait.....was this his condo?

"Do you like it?" He asks, cocking his head to the side.

"Did you really drive around for 45 minutes to disorient me and not have me know that we were just going back to your condo?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep, I thought it would be fun!" He says flashing me a bright smile, causing me to roll my eyes.

"C'mere. I want to show you something." He says, patting the bench he was sitting on.

After I trot over to him and take a seat, seeing that there was some sheet music on the piano. Zayn begins playing this beautiful melody. It moves up and down slowly, allowing me to take in all of its features. The way he performed its dynamics and accents made me create a whole story for the piece in my head. It was breathtaking.

I watch as his fingers move along the keys effortlessly. Dancing up and down the length of the piano creating the lovely sound that filled the room.

My gaze makes its way up his arms, past his shoulders, and to his masculine face. A strand of his hair falling straight down the middle of it and rested on the side of his nose.

He looks away from the keys and gazes at my face. A small smile forms on his face and I see his eyes get slightly darker.

The song ultimately comes to an end, making me sad. It was so beautiful I wanted it to last forever.