31 Days.. (a zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 7-sturbbon

CHAPTER 7: STUBBORN

“Okay, now open your eyes!” 

I took away my hands from my face, slightly opening my eyes to the point where all I could see was a whole lot of blur. Part of me was nervous to what would be revealed once I had finally opened up my eyes. For all I knew, we could be hours away from London. Maybe he finally decided it was the right time in our relationship to take me to his rape dungeon. Just kidding. Not really. But anyway, it’s not that I didn’t trust Zayn. It was simply because I’m not a fan of surprises. I always like to know what is the plan and what exactly was going to happen. One of the many traits of a Capricorn I suppose.

“Holly! C’mon! Open!” he moaned

Zayn urging me only made me want to do the complete opposite. So I shut my eyes and smirked. I heard him sigh and began to feel his presence come closer to me. Next thing I knew, his fingers were on my eyelids, attempting to open them up. How sneaky of him I thought. But he was no match for me. I started to laugh and squinted my eyes tight, making it harder for him to succeed.

“Stop being so stubborn!” he chuckled and wrapped his arms around my head, rustling his hands through my hair.

As my head was stuck in his arm lock, I shrieked knowing my hair was officially ruined. Nice move Malik, but ruining my hair and calling me stubborn will only make me twice as stubborn as before. I quickly bent down and broke free from his arms, covering my eyes with my hands once again. Yeah, let’s see you try to break this cookie.

“Oh, I see how it is. I’ll just go then, yeah?” 

“Sure! Go ahead, I’m quite comfortable standing here.” 

“You’re in the middle of a public place with your hands over your eyes standing by yourself.” 

“Jealous?” 

He chuckled, “Suit yourself then.” 

“I will! ……Suit.. ….myself.” 

I giggled thinking how much of a complete genius I was. Zayn thought he could out smart me, ha, funny guy. I knew very well that he was probably standing merely a few steps away from me, watching, and in just merely seconds he’d give up and try for round 3. As I stood there, the cold breeze hit my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. Having my eyes closed allowed me to concentrate on the sounds around me. It was nothing like back home, even though the sounds were from similiar things. I could hear the slight beeping of horns of nearby cars, the chime of a clock, the rings of bicycles, the chattering of British accents. Lost in the moment, I slowly began to realise it had been what felt like minutes of standing there by myself, listening to erm, sounds. I began to freak out, Zayn should of gave in by now. Where the hell was he? 

“….Zayn?” I yelped, hands still covering my eyes

“ZAYN?” my voice was now slightly louder

‘Oh God’, I thought to myself. As soon as things wouldn’t go my way, I immediately think of the worst. Zayn totally left me. I was well into melt down mode. I quickly took my hands away and opened my eyes searching for Zayn. No sight of him anywhere. As each second, no, millisecond went by and there was still no sight of him, my heart rate increased and the situations in my head were double as bad as they probably were in reality. 

I began to squirm on the spot, worrying my little head off. 

“ZAYNNN!!!!! LOOK! MY EYES! WIDE OPEN! LOOK!!!” I yelled with my arms out helplessly,

Still no answer. And still no sight of him. 

I turned around to check if he was anywhere behind me, but hardly caught a glimpse as things quickly turned black. Someone’s hands were covering my eyes. I began to pat the hands resting on my eyes, seeing if I could identify them somehow. But that theory obviously was a fail from the get go.