Zayn's P.O.V.
Today went well, I thought as I drove my vehicle down the familiar streets of Ellie's neighborhood. I drove past her front yard to check and see if there were any paps still hanging around. Of course, there was. I turned the corner and took the back way to her small abode.
"Ellie" I called softly to the drowsy figure in the passenger seat.
She whined, clearly not wanting to move from the seat.
"Ellie, we're here" I cooed.
She turned her gaze to mine.
"Come on" I stated climbing out of the car.
I saw her stumble out of the car as I paced over to her.
"You okay?" I asked.
She giggled. "Yeah"
I saw the faintest blush spread across her cheeks as she replied.
"What?" Ellie asked referring to the faint, but detectable, smile that had spread across my face.
"Oh" I took a breath. "It's nothing" I lied. I was having a celebratory party with myself, she liked me back.
She jumped in front of me, stopping me in my tracks.
"It's obviously nothing" she retorted. She had a glimmer of confusion flashing through her facial features.
"Uhhh" I though about what i should say. "Ummm"
Unable to come up with a way to say that I could tell she liked me, I grabbed her hand. I dragged her the rest of the way to the back door.
Ellie's P.O.V.
Zayn stammered after I confronted him about the smirk that had plastered itself over his face. Confusion streaked across his eyes.
Forcefully he enveloped his hand over mine and pulled me down the path to my back door.
I carefully opened the door and stepped into the dark hallway. Now, fully realizing that he had taken my hand, I snapped it away taking him by surprise.
I flicked the lights on and paced down the corridor to the kitchen. I threw my bag down on the counter. Leaning against the counter, I let out a breath of air.
"What's the matter?" Zayn questioned from across the room.
He had startled me. "What? I thought you'd left" Shock was apparent in my voice and I knew it.
"Something is bothering you" he stated bluntly.
"I'm fine. Thanks for your concern" Annoyed at his assertiveness, I stood up and walked over to him. "I'm quite tired. If you do-"
Zayn pulled me into a rough kiss. Astounded by the sudden move of affection, I placed my palms on his chest and attempted to shove him away from me. Which made it worse. He only grazed his hands down to my lower back, pushing me even closer to his warm torso.
He pulled away from the heavy kiss and buried his face into my neck.
"Mmmm" he sighed "You smell good" he said breathing in the crook of my neck.
"Oh, uhh... Thanks?" I spilled out, not completely sure what to say to that remark.
And as if I thought he couldn't hold me tighter, he crushed me between his muscled arms.
"Zayn" I managed to choke out. "You're hurting me"
I felt his grip immediately loosen. He slid his hands over my hips and very lightly pushed me away. A guilty expression was painted across his face.
"I uhh. I have to go" he rushed.
"Zayn" I called, but it was too late. He already left my small home.
-A Few Days Later-
It was a relatively slow morning for me. Got up, got dressed, had breakfast, went for a short work out at the gym, you know, the usual.
I've gotten used to the paps wandering behind me all the time, always asking stupid questions about myself and Zayn like "Are you and Zayn dating?!" It was annoying but tolerable.
I hadn't held a full conversation with Zayn since that night I told Zayn that he was hurting me. I felt bad but I didn't know what to say or do, so I left it alone.
The buzzing of my phone broke me of my thoughts. I answered.
"Hello?"
"Happy Valentines' Day!" A gruff voice cheered from the other end.
"Hi Zayn" I smiled.
"Where's your holiday spirit?" he chuckled.
"I didn't realize it was Valentines' Day"
"Well I have something very special planned for tonight so be ready at five thirty. Oh! And wear a dress." He mentioned.
"Sounds great" I chirped.
"See you then" He stated. I could tell he was grinning from his tone of voice.
"Okay, Bye"
Well it was almost four o'clock, that gives me about an hour and a half to get ready. Great, I thought.
I padded down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower.
A few minutes later I steeped out, wrapping a plush white towel around my small frame. I stepped into my bedroom and over to my closet to decide what to wear from the vast amount of choices.
I had narrowed it down to a short, flowy red dress and a strapless, green dress. Torn, I called Zayn.
"Hello?" His familiar, deep voice said.
"What color do you like better, red or green?" I bluntly asked.
"Uhh... Red." He paused. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason. Just asking, that's all."
"Ooookaaaay" Zayn said sarcastically.
"I'll see you soon" I rushed.
"Bye" He called picking up the pushiness.
I picked up the beautiful red dress and slipped it on. I slid on my black pumps and stepped over to the bathroom.
I put a light layer of neutral tones of make up on and blew my blonde hair dry.
I peered at myself in the mirror. I felt that I looked good enough, knowing that Zayn probably would not have cared that much about my appearance.
I heard knocking at the door. I paced down the hall to the large wooden door. I unlocked it and pulled it open.
Sure enough, it was Zayn standing there with a bouquet of perfect red roses.
He nodded to the bunch of flowers that were nervously grasped in his hands.
Taking my hands as delicately as he could, he placed them around the green stems and curled my fingers around them.
"They're lovely, Zayn" I commented as I pulled them closer.
"Why do you always choose red roses?" I wondered as I searched for a vase to put them in.
"Well" he paused. "They remind me of you"
This statement caught my attention. I turned to face the tall, dark haired boy.
"How?" I curiously asked.
"The flower's petals are so delicate and the thorns lining the stem represent the strong willed personality you posses"
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