31 Days.. (a zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 3-the date

CHAPTER 3: THE DATE
We smiled at each other again and walked towards the cafe right next to the pastry store we had just been at. I looked at the time on my phone and it was nearing 7:00PM. He put his arm around me and asked, “Still cold?” .. “I’m much warmer now.” I replied with the goofiest smile. Again, he opened the door for me into the cafe and I went in first. Zayn was now in front of me leading me to the table at the very back corner of the cafe. He pulled out a chair for me and signalled me to sit. I very much swooned inside. 
“So Holly, tell me about yourself.” he asked as he sat down. His eyes were locked on mine which made me feel a bit intimidated and under pressure like I had to come up with something great about myself to keep him interested. Searching through my head I froze and didn’t know what to say. So I figured I’d just talk without thinking and hope for the best.
“Well, I like candle lit dinners, long walks on the beach, and being serenaded with a guitar.” I laughed at my stupidity and said “No, I’m just joking.” Zayn smiled a genuine smile. “Well I like doing those things.” I swear I felt my eye twitch when he said that. Everything he did or said would make me go crazy inside. 
“Nice one. But seriously, hm, well where do I start? I just finished university and-“ he cut me off, “What did’ya study??” 
“A Bachelor of Commerce, double major in Accounting and I.T. Boring I know but I actually do find it interesting and that’s where the money’s at!” I smiled and began to fiddle with the sugar packets in front of me.
“That’s not boring at all. AlI that matters is that you enjoy what you do. Plus I think intelligence is sexy.” 
As soon as the last sentence left his mouth my eyes widen with shock. Did Zayn Malik hint that I was sexy? Before I could respond to this gobsmacking remark, we were interrupted,
“Can I take your orders?” the girl said.
“Sure! Can I get a cup of Yorkshire tea?” Zayn replied, “And for the lovely lady….?”
I blushed, “I’ll have the same but with a croissant, thanks!” 
“Food again?” Zayn cheekily asked,
“Shut up!” I replied as I playfully hit his arm.
He sat more upright and looked at me, eyes full of interest. “So if you just finished university then, how old are you?” 
“Well! I’m currently 20 but in a couple weeks I’m turning 21. Which is pretty daunting and I c-“ he cut me off again. “What! I’m turning 21 in a couple of weeks too!! When is your birthday?!”
“12th of January. When’s yours?” 
“You’re joking! That’s my birthday too!” Zayn’s beautiful smile was so wide at this point and you could clearly tell how surprised he was. Being the committed fan I am, I already knew we had the same birthday. But his excitement caught onto me and I felt so surprised that it actually looked like I found out about it for the first time too.
“That’s sick! What are the odds!”, he winked at me and slouched back into his chair. He never failed to make me smile, and it seemed like every time I did, his smile would only get bigger. I fell into another trance staring into his gorgeous brown eyes, getting lost.. and forgetting where I was - until we were interrupted. Again.
“Two Yorkshire teas and a croissant!” 
“Thank you!” we both said in harmony. Good God, I thought to myself. We just had an Emily and Carmello moment. 
I quickly picked up my croissant and shoved it in my mouth. Classy, I know, but I couldn’t help it. I still hadn’t had a decent meal since yesterday and I was hungry to the point where I would eat a horse.
“Woah babes, calm down!” Zayn said, clearly surprised.
I blushed and giggled awkwardly, placing the now less than a quarter croissant down onto my plate and grabbed my tea and sipped politely. Zayn smiled and began to make conversation again. 
“You’re not from around here are you?” 
I laughed, “How could you tell?”
“Your accent. It’s different. It’s cute, I like it.”
“Thank you.” I drank some more tea in hopes it would calm down my nerves. 
“You’re welcome. But I can tell all together that you’re not like the girls from around here. You’re different.” 
The tea definitely did not calm down my nerves.
“Well, I uhh..” I struggled to find words, “I’m,.. I’m on holiday right now, I landed here just this morning actually. I’ve been travelling around the world with my best friend Emily to celebrate us finishing our degree!” 
“Wow! So where are you from then? I’m dying to know.” he leaned forward and smirked.
“Australia mate.” I winked. A fail wink probably. Embarrassing. 
“Really? I’ve always wanted to visit there! Me and my ban- .. me and my lads! We’ve always want to go and tou- visit there.” he was quick to change topic from what he just said. “Speaking of lads, where is your best friend? Shouldn’t she be with you?”
“Ohh right. Well, long story short, her boyfriend decided to surprise her this morning and flew over here to be with her because he missed her too much. And I wanted them to have time to themselves and well, basically I am now a third wheel for the rest of this month.” 
“That’s so romantic.” 
“You sound like a girl.” I teased
“Haha oh shush you. I, uh, I’m just a big softie for these kinds of things.” his face was now serious and I could tell he wasn’t lying. He was just getting more and more perfect each minute. 
I sighed, “I completely agree. I’m unfortunately a hopeless romantic. All that cheesy/corny stuff? I love it.”
Zayn smiled, “You know, I’d love to take you around London. Show you everything you need to see. That way you don’t have to be a third wheel.. and plus, I get to see you more.”
The thought of seeing Zayn even more excited me, a whole bunch of thoughts came rushing through my mind thinking of all the time we could spend together. Zayn coughed, and I realised he was staring at me, waiting for my answer. I was too caught up in my thoughts to realise.
“Why are you smiling?” Zayn smirked. “What are you thinking of?” 
‘Crap.’, I thought. I must’ve had this big dorky smile across my face without realising while I was off in lala land thinking about Zayn taking me around London. I scratched my head, “Nothing! …No reason.” I said hesitantly 
Zayn laughed to himself and shook his head, “Okay then. If you say so. So how bout it then? I can be your personal tour guide!” 
I could feel my dorky smile on my face this time and as I was about to answer a big fat yes, I realised that Zayn Malik was offering to be my tour guide. Zayn Malik from One Direction. A celebrity. How could he possibly have time for me? And more importantly, why would he?
“Won’t you be too busy for me?”
“I’m sure I can make time for you. Just for you.” 
I smiled, teeth showing and all.
“So that’s a yes?” 
“Definitely.” I began to drink the remaining of my tea, hoping the cup would cover my dorky smile that just wouldn’t get off my face.
“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT’S ZAYN MALIK!!! OVER THERE!!!!!!! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!” three young girls ran up behind Zayn, screaming, jumping up and down. Zayn looked at me and looked a bit nervous but as he turned around, seeing the girls happy expressions, lit up his face.
“ZAYN!!! I LOVE YOU!!! CAN WE PLEASE HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH!?!!?” one of them squealed
“Sure babes, no worries.” he flashed his perfect smile at them all which set off more squeals. He signed a napkin for one girl, another girl’s shirt and for some reason, the other girl wanted him to sign her shoe. 
“THANK YOU SO MUCH ZAYN!! WE LOVE YOU!!!!!!” 
Zayn smiled and stood up to give them all a hug. What a sweetie. And as the girls left he blew them a kiss. I loved the way he treated his fans. He turned around to me and awkwardly sat back down on his chair. I picked up my croissant and began to chew. 
“Errm.. I..”, Zayn tried to find the words to explain what just happened,
Coincidentally, the song in the cafe that began to play was One Direction’s ‘What Makes You Beautiful’. I began to sing along to it, “you’re insecure, don’t know what for.. you’re turning heads when you walk through the do-o-orrr.” bopping my head from side to side smiling. My eyes focused on my croissant.
“You like this song?” ask Zayn, puzzled.
I looked up at him, his eyes full of confusion, and smiled, “I love this song! It’s my favourite song.” 
“Ah.. oh.. umm.. err..” 
I laughed, “Zayn, I know perfectly well who you are. Just because I live on the other side of the world from you doesn’t mean I don’t know you and your band. I’m actually a really big, complete, diehard fan.” 
Zayn’s face was genuinely surprised, “What? I honestly thought you didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me..? Or react like other girls normally do?”
I looked into his eyes and smiled, “Because it doesn’t matter that you’re a celebrity. I wanted to get to know you as a regular guy, I wanted to know the real you.”
The expression on Zayn’s face, you could tell he really appreciated what I had just told him. He smiled and gently placed his hand on top of mine that was resting on the table, his fingers caressing mine. 
“That and the fact that I would have probably scared you off if I turned on fangirl mode.” I joked, but completely serious on the inside. But it was probably best I didn’t tell him that.
Zayn laughed and said, “Thank you.” 
“For what?”
“For being real.” he smiled and I smiled back at him.
The conversation began to flow really well. It just seemed like there was endless amount of topics between us and we shared so many laughs. Nothing really mattered to me that night, all of my focus was just him. I’ve never enjoyed talking to someone so much before and the way we got along was amazing. It was different to any one else I’ve ever met. Normally, it takes me a really long time to open up and be myself with someone, but within just hours, Zayn had me at my complete self. We just clicked.
“I’m really sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you two to leave. It’s closing time.” 
We both looked up and saw a tired face from the worker and nodded. I looked at the time and it was now 12:00AM. Where in the world did all that time go? Did we really spend 4 hours just talking? 
Zayn walked behind me and opened the door for me as we made our way out. The cold breeze hit my face and I shivered. Boy, was it cold. Zayn then put his jacket around me. It was like he read my mind. His jacket smelt so amazing. I honestly just wanted to shove my face into it and sniff it. But I kept my cool. 
“I didn’t realise how late it was getting! We were talking for ages.” I said,
“I know. I guess time flies when you’re having fun, eh?”
“Definitely.” I said with a smile. “I should probably get going though.. it’s late and Emily is probably wondering where I’ve been. She probably thinks I’ve been killed.”
Zayn laughed but his face quickly turned to disappointment. He looked into my eyes and I could tell he was going to pull the “puppy dog eyes” on me. I told my heart to prepare itself. Meltdown and fast beating was probably going to take place soon.
“Yeah, you’re right… but, I just.. I’d just like to be with you for a little bit longer. If that’s okay with you?” and there it was, his big brown coco puppy eyes sparkling right at me. How in the world could I resist that? A big gigantic smile was plastered all across my face and I giggled to myself and sighed.
“You make it hard to say no.” 
Zayn then wrapped his left arm around my shoulder pulling my head closer to his, and kissed me on the forehead as we began to walk. And there you have it folks, a complete heart meltdown. 
“Hey! I didn’t say that was a yes!” I teased,
“Well I’m not taking no for an answer.” he leaned his head closer to mine again, lips just inches away. “DAMMIT.” I thought to myself. “Must. Resist.” 
I playfully broke away from his arm and smiled, “What if I don’t want to go with you?” 
“Of course you do,” he replied while grabbing my hands, fingers playing. 
“Pffft, I do not!” I hissed 
Zayn stepped closer to me, our hands still intertwined, lips again, just inches away. He looked deep into my eyes, not once looking else where. We were so close to each other I could feel his breath on my face each time he breathed out. My head was going mental, my heart was going mental, my complete body was going to mental. 
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay longer?” he asked with a low voice,
‘Fuck.’ I thought to myself ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’. Boy, was he good. My heart was now beating at record fast time. There was a long pause. I was finding it hard to find words, an answer. Hell, I was trying to remember English. 
“….Yes. I - I’m sure. It’s late.” I smirked,
Zayn then leaned in forward around my head and whispered into my ears, his breath tingling my skin sending shivers all over my body - “Then why are you still holding my hand?”
I stepped back and face palmed myself, laughing at how bad he got me. I just lost. 
“You sir, are very cheeky!”
Zayn smiled while biting his lip and stepped closer to me, grabbing my hands once again urging me to walk. 
“C’mon, let’s go. I want to take you some where.”
“It better not be your rape dungeon.” ….‘Please let it be a rape dungeon. Please let it be a rape dungeon.’ I said repeatedly in my head
He laughed, “No, not tonight. I wanna take you some where special.” and with that, I smiled with confirmation and we began to walk on the pavement hand in hand.