Dangerous. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter two.

My eyes darted to time that was on my nightstand when my eyes first opened. It was already noon which meant my summer was still going good. I half expected last night to be a dream, but I was aburtly aware that it was real. I sat up and streched my arms above my head while I groaned. The green light flashing next to me made me prey it wasn't Zayn. When I hit the top of my phone for the unlock botton relief flashed over me. It was just Matt.

The girls and I are coming over, we have coffee!

I smiled and locked my phone back up. It was suddenly aware to me that I would have to tell them about my date tonight. When I finally tugged my butt out of my purple covered blankets I made my bed and hit the off switch to my Christmas lights that hung above my bed. They were criss crossed because they were the ones you put on bushes. There was a window just behind my bed that came out a bit far enough to sit. The walls enclosed my bed while the wooded ceiling slanted at each side. My room was covered in posters and pictures from Tumblr that I had printed out. It was actually a picture of my room that was popular on Tumblr.

I pulled my hair out of the ponytail letting it fall to my mid-back. It was slightly creased from the grip the band had on it for so many hours. I turned the hot iron of my straightener so I could uncrease my black hair. While I waited for that to heat up I slumped to my wardrobe picking out an outfit. I picked out dark washed skinny jeans with many holes here and there. It was those kind of jeans that you took a picture of on your legs because they fit so perfectly. My shirt a bright orange V-neck from Victoria Secrets that was slightly see through so I placed a white tank under it.

"Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Gavin!" I heard Carly's voice yell. The sound of elephants were outside my door as my friends rushed up the stairs to my room. I heard them giggle while I brought the hot iron to my hair for the first time. The wooden floor flung open as my three bestfriends piled in.

Molly and Carly threw their purses on my couch and took their sunglasses off with their free hand as they had coffee in the other. Matt set my coffee nicely on the taller dresser that was angled in the far corner before plopping back onto my bed. The room was quiet until I finished with the hot tool.

"So what are we going today?" Carly asked. She was wear high washed red shorts with a white tanktop tucked into them. Her blonde hair had her natural waves to it with her bangs pinned back nicely. Her lips bright red to match the shorts. Her legs were spread a crossed my white couch onto Molly's lap. Her red scrappy sandals kicked off onto the blue rug that was set on my light wooden floor.

Molly had on light washed capris with multiple holes in them. Her shirt was a white drop neck with a black tank top. Her black flip-flops still connected to her feet. Her brown hair was thrown up into a messy bun with a black bowed head band.

"I say movie day at Erin's!" Matt's voice said outloud. I knew I would have to tell them about tonight,but I was dreading it. What if they were right? What if Zayn was dangerous? What if his plan was to take me to a movie and then back to him empty flat to steal my innocence away against my wants?

"Guys I have a date tonight," I interupted their plans to watch "The Little Mermaid," I gulped back my nervousness at the site they were. I think they knew the date I had tonight was with him.

"Erin we told you to stay away!" Molly screeched throwing her head to her hands. I knew they did though. This was a bad idea. I just felt like if I objected to the idea of the date Zayn would grow angry. I didn't want to know just how dangerous he was.

"It's like he's forcing me. I promise I'll call you if anything goes bad, tonight I'm telling him to leave me alone anyway,"

"Erin chances are there's not going to be a second date. He's going to seduce you and then never call you, I bet he takes you to the movies." Carly obligated. I know they meant well but it was annoying at times. I could take care of myself.