Locked With Him

Day Twenty

'You look beautiful. You always do.' Zayn says as I step inside his car. (A/N Perrie's outfit on the side;)

'Cheesy, aren't we?' I laugh.

'Only for you.' He says, and he starts driving away.

'Oh and now I have to say something, right?' I ask playfully, 'Well, you look beautiful too.' I grin.

'Perrie, you don't tell a man he's beautiful.' Zayn sighs, but I can his a glimpse of smile on his face.

'But you are!' I exclaim playfully.

'Well, can you say it in other words then?' He asks.

'Fine. I'll say it like you would. Okay?' I ask, smirking a bit.

'Yes please.' He says dramatically.

'Okay, you're a piece of good looking shit.' I say and he laughs.

'Do you really think I would say that to you? To anyone?' He asks when he stopped laughing.

'To me, no. To someone else, yes.' I tell him.

'Well, then you are terribly wrong. I wouldn't tell anyone he or she is "a piece of good looking shit", because no one is as beautiful as you and I'll only tell you.' He says. Oh my god, that was just so cute and attractive at the same time.

'Aw, now you should stop.' I tell him and he chuckles. Then we fall into a nice silence and I simply watch him as he drives.

Today it's Friday and I'm okay. Maybe even happy.

Even though it's all good at the moment, these past few days were kinda hard. Still no sign of my dad. Wednesday I slept in my own bed again, my empty, cold bed. And since we decided to keep it a secret we're together, we can't be seen with each other at school. But today it's Friday and I have tuition from him. At least, I hope that's what we going to do...

I look at his face. His eyes keep focussed on the road in front of him. We're in his neighborhood now, which means we're almost there.

'You're staring it me.' Zayn suddenly says.

'Yea well, I have the right to.' I defend myself, 'You're also staring at me sometimes.' I add.

'I didn't say you're not allowed to.' He smirks.

'Yea I heard.' I say.

'At least your ears are working.' He playfully mumbles.

'What did you say?' I scoff, pretending to be angry.

'Nothing.' He quickly says, acting scared.

'Yes you did! Basically you're saying the other parts of my body don't work.' I say.

He parked the car and opens his door. He walks to the front door, pretending to ignore me, 'But they do.' That makes him turn around.

'Are you willing to prove it?' He smirks.

'Sure.' I smirk now too. He quickly opens the door and Trisha already greets us.

'Sorry mum. No time for food and tea, we have a busy schedule.' Zayn quickly explains before Trisha can ask something.

'Well, okay then. Shall I bring it up to you in about five minutes?' She suggests. We're already upstairs, but he quickly turns around.

'No!' He says, 'I mean, we'll get it ourselves when we're hungry, or thirsty.' He says.

'Fine.' She says and walks away. We walk inside his room and he sits down on the bed.

'I'm actually quite hungry.' I mumble innocently, sitting down on his lap, my face towards him. I seductively draw small circles on his muscular arm with one finger. He smirks, looking up to me, deeply into my eyes. He slowly brings his lips to mine, taunting me. Just before he connects them, he speaks up.