Running; Zayn Malik & Me

Hello all. Look at that, I'm on time! I'm seeing my FAVOURITE EVER RAPPER TONIGHT AHJFGAFJGKHF.

No one understands my excitement though, sigh.

Hope you enjoy this one:)

Next update Wednesday, maybe Tuesday, we'll see if we can get some comments and votes going ;);)

"Baby, wake up, baby, we're in Paris"

I sat bolt up right and banged heads with Zayn on the way.

"Agh" he said and rubbed his forehead.

"Sorry babe" I laughed and gently planted a soft kiss on the slight red patch forming in the middle of his brow. He pouted and stood up, but only to bang the top of his head on the overhead storage rack. He gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes while I tried not to laugh. He huffed and breathed out heavily from his nose.

"Come on, we have to meet someone"

"To collect yo' 2 mil?" I asked with a smirk and a fist pump.

He just smiled and shook his head while tugging our holdall off the rack.

"Ooooh, lemme carry it!" I said in a baby voice, Zayn eyed me curiously, "What? It's Louis Vuitton and I'd like to look rich" I said with a smug smile as I tugged the bag from Zayn.

We made our way off the platform and into the centre of the station. Zayn checked his phone and guided us over to a little café, he told me to take a seat and he went off to get us some 'proper' breakfast.

I had been sat for around 10 minutes when a guy approached me; "Bonjour mademoiselle, êtes-vous seule?"

I widened my eyes and let out a nervous chuckle, "Urm, I'm English sorry"

He smiled, "Me too, I was just wondering if you were alone, and if you were would you mind some company?"

"Uh, I, my, um, I'm-"

"She's with me" a gruff voice said. I looked up and saw Zayn. I smiled at him and he smiled back then looked towards the guy pointedly.

The guy held up his hands in mock defense, "Sorry to have imposed" then he gave a curt nod and walked off.

Zayn basically dropped two drinks onto the table and thumped down next to me.

"I got you hot chocolate" he said and then started concentrating on his phone.

I rolled my eyes.

"Zayn, what's wrong?"

"Nothin" he mumbled.

I sucked in a deep breath and pulled my drink towards me, "If you're going to be like this then you can buy me a ticket to go right back where we just left"

He shrugged.

I sighed, "Zayn, please"

He raised his eyes from his phone, "I'll be right back" he said, then shoved his chair back and disappeared into the rush hour crowds.

"Nombre de onze?" a young girl in an apron with a tray asked.

I nodded slowly and watched her as she placed basket full of pastries and bread and a plate containing condiments onto the table.

"Merci" I said quietly trying to sound as French as possible.

She backed away with a smile and I started tucking into a pan au chocolat.

Which was easily the size of my face.

If not bigger.

I was halfway through my fourth macaroon when a smug looking Zayn came back bearing a briefcase. He sat down and set the brown leather on his lap. I ignored him and went back to my macaroon.