Dangerous. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 3.

"He did what?!" Matt yelled sitting up on my bed. I had called him over as soon as I woke up this morning. I nodded my head telling him that Zayn had asked me for a second date. He had texted me this morning and told me he would be here at seven which wasn't that far away now.

"The girl's are so going to freak," Matt gushed still not believeing the phonomenon was happening. I mean what girl gets Zayn to ask her on a second date?

"What did you do to get this?" Matt raised a curious eyebrow at me suggesting I did something innapropraite to get a second date with dangerous.

"I rejected him." I bit my lip. It was obvious in Zayn's brown eyes that he hadn't been rejected before. Maybe that is what triggered him to asking me out again. He didn't even force me this time, but for some reason I said yes. I could have just said no and been done with Zayn's drama. I mean my summer was just starting. Now was the perfect time to date, just not the same person every night.

For our date Matt helped me curl my hair into loose curls resembling Kim Kardashian's. My eyes were coated with a light layer of eye liner and mascara. I wore light washed skinny jeans and a off the shoulder grey sweatshirt. That is casual isn't it?

Zayn had texted me at six thirty telling me he was near my house. I waited by the living room window while the black car pulled up. Zayn had gotten out of his car and shocked me.He wore dark washed jeans and a white v-neck. A red varsity jacket was placed on his shoulders and white converses on his feet. He leaned against the car hood like he had the night before. I would get him to come up to my door one day.

That was when I realized that I wanted to change him. I wanted him to treat me differently. I wanted to find out the real Zayn, not the dangerous one. I knew that somewhere in his frightful stares and toned muscles, was a boy that was romantic. I knew he fought a bunch before but not even the rumors of the battered girl scared me away from him. I flung my door open and glared at Zayn as I leaned into the door. He raised an eyebrow at me and laughed.

"I thought sense I didn't force you I didn't have to come to the door," I wanted so badly to laugh but I chose not to. I just closed my door and stepped onto the concrete driveway. Zayn followed me to my door and opened it for me. I did take his hand this time as he gently sat me on the low surface.

"So are we going to see mama again?" I asked sarcasically once Zayn had sat in the drivers seat. He gave me a playful glare in which I laughed. He shook his head and leaned into the steering wheel as he turned the key starting the engine.

"No something a little more, fun," Zayn's dark eyes winked at me making the dangerous come back. What was he going to do to me? Was this when he took me back to his flat and forced my innocence away?

My thoughts scared me as we drove down the winding roads into town. We passed the beach enterance but not before I could spot Carly's white Honda Fit parked with Zack's black truck next to it. They had been together for far to long to be apart for more than twenty four hours. We passed the old theater where I saw the familar fifteen year olds walking out. Had they seen mama again? The car suddenly pulled into a place I had never been. The neon lights lit up the stars in the sky as Zayn pulled the gear shift back into park. I laughed and looked at him.

"Paint balling?" My eyebrow rose as his face lit up much like the neon sign. He nodded his head before dashing to my door and helping me out. I didn't object when his hand found mine in the dark.

"So what made you ask me out again?" I asked looking up and studing him. His raven hair was pushed up almost perfectly. His brown eyes were dark and beautiful. They had a shine to them that you could only see if you stared at them for a period of time. His tan skin looked inviting and warm. My eyes landed on his lips. they were parted a bit readying to answer my question. They were a light pink that reminded me a lot of a princess' favorite color.