Black

Chapter 13

I walked out with Zayn outside. And even with my 5 inches heels I was still shorter than him. He was very tall and I was born almost as an elf.

I struggle a little walking down the two steps in front of the door. I hold into his arm tightly. He smirks enjoying it.

He leaves my hand and walk ahead of me to the car's door, pulling it open for me. He smiles and I smile at him and slid in and it was immediately locked. I feel uncomfortable again. 

His long legs race around the car and in seconds he was locked with me.

His driving wasn't as bad as the morning. He was mute but peaceful. Calm before the storm. I wouldn't dive in the seat when he hit the gas and I wouldn't fly out when he braked. He was driving like a normal human being instead of driving like someone running away from zombies.

We drove for good ten minutes. Zayn didn't talk and I kept my mouth shut. Nothing to be said and nothing to be heard other than the soft music playing. Slowly, I was getting use to him and his creepiness. Even though we didn't talk but for a second I was actually enjoying the music and his company.

He made a sharp turn, like he was calling me back to reality after I zoned out. I look out of the window. We were here.

Zayn stopped in front of the big gate. He unlock the door and I slip out and he does the same. He walks to my side and offers his hand again. Only this time I lock my fingers with his. They fitted perfectly. Zayn seems surprised by my action. He smiles anyway.

A tall handsome guy comes our way. Zayn's fingers holds mine tighter. I like protective guys. They make me feel safe.

"Good evening sir," Says the tall handsome guy. Zayn nods with his eyebrows in the shape of a V.
The tall handsome guy asks for the car's keys to park it away. Zayn gives him the keys and the tall handsome guy disappear into the big black car.

We walk inside, still hand in hand. And I secretly like it.

The hostess smiles with her blond curly hair covering her right eye as we made our way to her.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malik?" she asks.

Malik. Zayn Malik. That was a unique name. I like it. it was special. He was special.

Zayn nods.

"Your table," she guide us to the table on the other side of the room. Our table was far from other tables. The restaurant was very fancy and the lighting was very soft and without the candles of our white-clothed table I doubt if I'd be able to see Zayn's sexy face.

He pulls the chair for me and I scoop back in. he leans down and press soft kisses on my nearly bare shoulder. 

"You look hotter than ever." He whispers.

I shrug. Worried people around us might notice his sexual behaviors. He sees me looking around.

He grins and stand up straight again. He enjoys making me tense.

He sits in front of me and our knees touch from under the table. 

"Let's save it for later, baby." He winks

Another tall handsome guy appear and I thank god for sending this guy in the right moment. 

He brought us two slim glasses of champagne. Zayn raise his glass and look at me lovingly. 

"To the prettiest girl I will see tonight." The right corner of his mouth smile. "To you."

I smile widely. More than I usually do. 

We click our glasses together. We both take a sip. Even though I don't drink. Even though I am very strict when it comes to alcohol. even though I made a promise I would never drink since the day my father cheated on my mother because of his alcoholic addiction. Even though I hated people who get drunk very so often. I took a sip of the champagne and I gave myself up to a strange boy. Tonight was an exception.