fallingforyou - ( zayn malik au )

chapter 2 - café bump-ins and smokey coughs

chapter 2 - café bump-ins and smokey coughs

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five days later

avia

"rise n' shine avi girl! it's a sunday and the sun is shining and i don't have work. i also wanna go out for breakfast so c'mon."

i hate blair. she's so happy and bubbly all the time and it's not fair. it's also highly irregular for someone to be this happy. she also woke me up. at nine am. on a sunday.

"m'not hungry and m'tired. so you go and let me sleep."

she clearly doesn't get my hint. she opens the blinds and rips the doona off of me. i hate blair.

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a cold, blistering winter wind hits the both of us as we are bundled up in our tattered trench coats, stumbling down the streets of London.

"it's fucking freezing avs, how are we not dead?" blair mumbles while shivering.

"s'your fault, you're the one who wanted to go out for breakfast and neither of us have a car. there's also no point catching a bus since the café is only three blocks away." I boast to her.

she glares at me, rolls her eyes and mutters something like "i fucking hate it when you're right."

we continue to slowly make our way to a little café that blaire that her mum had told her about. clouds that have covered the sun endlessly in england let rain fall and soak us completely. we bolt as fast as we can (with blair possibly slipping on her bum more then once) and eventually reach the café. we burst through the door, quickly find a table and order far too many cups of tea for two people.

"i-i'm fuckin' freezing bl-bl-air. what s-should we do w-with our c-c-coats?" i mumble and shiver.

"i-i don't fu-fucking know avs. m-maybe g-g-go out-s-side and s-s-squeeze 'em out l-like d-d-dish cl-cloths?" she suggests.

i shakily nod my head at her odd but somewhat genius idea. i grab both of our coats off of the back of my chair and heads outside.

the sudden scent of nicotine causes me to gag and splutter a few coughs. i look to my left and there he stands, leaning against the café wall without care in the world. the thin cancer stick rests between his chapped, full lips. with some slight stubble accentuating his god like cheekbones and chiseled jawline. his nose was practically perfect for the rest of his unimaginably stunning features, accompanied by a small silver stud on the right side. his deep, chocolate brown eyes were framed by thick, long lashes and even thicker eyebrows. his hair being just as dark, containing droplets of rain with parts of it falling in his face. he was practically fucking perfect. i then realised who he was, with the leather jacket shrugged on his thin arms and torso. fuck. fuck fuck fuck. it's zayn. library zayn. maybe he won't notice me. breathe avia, just squeeze out your stupid fucking coat and go back inside.

all of a sudden, i begin to cough again. fuck.

"shit, m'sorry let me put it out." he mutters apologetically. he stamps the cigarette with his big, black, lace up boots.

"that better babe?." he asks with a small smile as he looks up at me. babe. he fucking called me babe.

i nod and start squeezing blair's coat out as quickly as i can.

"hey..avia, yeah? from the library? with the really loud friend?" he asks and i look up at him and nod again.

"well hi love. how're things? do you need help with that? london weather is shitting, always cold and rainy."

"i like rain." i mumble.

he nods as he takes my coat and begins to copy my motions.

"you look freezing babe. here, take my jacket." he offers sweetly, as he slides it off, revealing a number of tattoos covering his forearms and hands. he puts it over my back and shoulder, then goes back to squeezing my coat out. fucking perfect i tell you.

"you'll get cold though." i blurt out.

he shakes his head as he says, "one of my best mates works here. in fact, he was with me at the library. you remember harry yeah? well i'll just get his jumper from the ba-"

all of a sudden, blair bursts out the café and runs towards me.

"code red avs, harry works here. i repeat, code red." she exclaims as she grabs both our coats and eyes zayn.

"shit, your one is here too. we should run, escape to the pridelands." she frantically exclaims.

zayn throws his head back in laughter and i've never seen or heard anything more angelic.

"i hope to see you two 'round sometime, yeah?" he asks and i nod.

blair tugs my arm and we run through the london rain once again. then i remember, i'm still wearing his black leather jacket.

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authors note: hiya guys!!
it's been 84 years and I really hope you enjoy this chapter. so much has happened with Zayn and the boys since I last posted. zouis is dead, zerrie is dead, sophiam is dead and ziam and larry are rising. mitam also killed me and i can't wait for Zayn's music next year. I'll try and update more often from now on xx