Dangerous. (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Six.

In honor of Valentine's day I gave you guys a little smut (; Once again, to the people from school reading this.....This is more awkward writting it knowing you bitches are reading it.

I layed in bed all day the next day. I hadn't put on make-up, or done my hair. I sat in old cheerleading sweatpants and a tanktop. My black hair was tossed into a messy bun at the top of my head a few strains framed my face along with my swooped bangs. Now I was on my stomach, my macbook laptop infront of me logged into Tumblr. I scrowled aimlessly down the blue screen waiting to see something that caught my eye. My ankles crossed in the air and my chin rested in my free palm.

The red digits on my alarm clock next to me told me that it was nearing five now. I didn't have much to do this summer. There was always the beach parties, but that was the same thing everynight. Carly was always to busy with Zack. Molly was working at a music place downtown, Matt was always free I guess. Then there's Tristin, who hadn't called or texted me since last night. Maybe he had given up finally.

"Erin!" The soft whisper yell coming through my open window scared me. I jumped to my knees and crawed over to the white frame. Despite my fear of heights I gripped the seal and looked out.

"Zayn?" I slumped a bit. Zayn was standing in my front yard with his hands in his pockets and his hair quiffed. I didn't see his car in the drive, but the big white truck sent me signals that maybe Zayn had two cars.

"Come on! I have a plan," He seemed so sure of this plan, that I would just leave. Well, I was free, and Zayn was interesting.

"I'm not dressed!" I shouted back. I didn't exactly understand why he hadn't just knocked on my door. I'm sure my mom would have been more than happy to let him in. Though, by now she probably had heard his reputation and had a heartattack. I on the other hand was interested in Zayn's life, I wanted to know more.

"It's fine! Pack a bag and let's go!" This startled me. Why would I pack a bag? What was his plan with me? I hadn't completely shooken my fear towards Zayn but part of me wasn't afraid. He may have been dangerous and dark but he was different, and I wanted different.

"Fine!" I gave in and lept back into my window shutting it behind me. I really had no clue what I was doing. Why would I just pack a bag and walk out of my house with Zayn? What good was that going to do for me?

"Mom dad I'm staying at Carly's!" I shouted as I ran down the stairs. My duffle was hitting my thigh with excessive force but I was alright with that. When I reached the bottom of my stairs I texted Carly and told her to cover incase anything happened. Once that was out of the way I through on my UGGS and ran out the door to see Zayn waiting in the truck.

"What exactly are we doing?" I asked as I jumped in. Literally, jumped. I tossed my bag into the back seat. I didn't miss to notice the piles of blankets and pillows in the back. That made me a little skeptical of what I was doing.

Zayn just smirked at me before starting the engine. I kept wondering what was going on in that head of his. I wanted nothing more than to reach over and kiss him then and there. He just looked overly perfect and sweet. He didn't look like the guy everyone made him out to be. His black hair was quiffed up like always. His brown eyes stared contently at the road and cars ahead of us though he glanced at me and smirked. His lips were so pink and inviting.

"We are going to the drive-in," Zayn smiled. The radio was then ajusted up a bit louder so the drive was not filled with silence. One thought was stuck in my head though.

"Why did I need a bag?" I questioned as I repositioned myself to see him better. He smirked again and flicked on the turning signal. We drove down a familar road and was stopped at a red light. Zayn leaned over quick and stole a kiss from me. I wanted to keep his lips there, but he pulled away.