Last Dance.(Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

Chapter 3

After another random day of no fun, I just wanted to go up to my room, take a shower, and listen to some music. And that's what I did.

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The song playing now through my computer was an old jazz song from the 60's. My dad got me into all this old stuff; it was really easy to dance to. 

I closed my eyes to imagine myself in a quiet wooden ball room. With shiny walls and a chandelier that hung so high, where all you saw were the bright gold lights flashing from its shine. I imagined I wore a satin green dress, with a feather scarf around my waist. I danced alone. I danced with love.

Suddenly, I heard a voice. I lowered my computer and kept quiet to see if I could hear it again.

"I like your moves..." There was the voice again. But this time clearer. It was coming from my opened window. I walked to the window and saw a smiling boy sitting on his windowsill looking right at me. "Your music was loud and I couldn't resist...Sorry, Ella..." 

Zayn laughed lightly and smiled wide. His smile was too adorable.

"It's fine. You were bound to find out somehow..." I laughed as I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

We looked at each other in silence. I didn't know what else to say. "You know..." Zayn broke the silence now. "I did mean it."

"Mean what?"

"That you were pretty. Because you are, you are very pretty..." I saw a blushing smile creep across his gorgeous face. I felt my cheeks burning now. I could sense the red flowing inside them.

"Uhh...Thanks, Zayn..." I looked down at my windowsill then looked back up to find that he wasn't sitting there anymore. Did he leave? Without a goodbye or another word? That was kind of ru-

Suddenly, my door bell rang. I looked at my driveway to see no car. I ran out my room and down my stairs. I opened it wide without checking through the peep hole.

"Cheeky boy comes over to girl's house." Zayn laughed. I looked at him with a surprised smile.

"Why did you come over?"

"I wanted to talk to you face to face. Not window to window..." he laughed again. His laugh was so relaxing that it made me smile every time.

"Wendy's does it!" I joked, but he only looked at me weird.

"I'm sorry?"

"Whoa..." I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm. "Come in! You'll bring the cold inside!" I laughed as he walked inside. I led him into my living room and he sat down on the couch. I turned on the TV. And sat on the floor with a pillow. The show on TV was Jersey Shore. I looked at his face every time to see his expression to our American reality shows. Once a commercial was on, I put it on mute and turned fully towards him. He was now lying on the couch comfortably.

"What do you think?" I asked him. He sat up.

"I think 'Sweetheart' is going to get her ass kicked by J-WOW..." I bursted out laughing at his choice of words. I couldn't help it. That accent and those words were just so funny. Once I was done laughing, I said 'sorry' for randomly laughing so hard.

"Don't be sorry! I love your laugh..." He smiled that smile that made my heart skip 4 beats. 

"So..." I said awkwardly.

"So?"

"What are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Like, background...I mean you have a mix of accents in yours..."

"Pakistani and English." He smiled.

"That explains so much....You know, Lyla really liked you yesterday. After you left, she wouldn't stop talking about you!" I laughed at how yesterday was.

He laughed now. "Yeah, she was cute. But she was young. I need a girl my age. I was kind of hoping you would be interested into me as much as I was for you. But then I saw that my number was washed off...so..." he shrugged.

I blushed and bit down on my lip. "I don't take numbers from the streets..."

"Ha-ha! You are so funny!" He said sarcastically and then took the blanket from behind him and threw it on my head. I laughed as I took it off my head and took my pillow and threw it at him. But he just caught it. 

"Maybe Lyla would have kept it...hmm..." He put his finger up to his chin and looked at me with wide eyes. I just rolled my eyes.

"Lyla is 8. And she does what I do. Get to know the guy first! Not just take the number and get it over with!" I shook my head at his player techniques -which I was putting on blast.

"Relationship kind of girl...I think I can deal..." He pulled himself onto the floor next to me. He pushed a piece of hair away from my face. For that split second I actually got to see his eyes up close. They were bold, beautiful, and bright. He was so gorgeous! 

"I am a relationship kind of guy...We can take it as slow as you want, Ella...I love games like this." 

And then he winked at me.

Oh. My. God.