Him <3 ~A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction~

~Chapter 4~ Getting to Know You

Chapter 4

As I took Zayn's hand, I felt safe. It felt like he protected me against the world.

As we walked and we talked for what seemed like hours, I felt like I've know him forever. It was like his hands molded into mine. I felt like he got me. We both had a weird sense of humor, and we both had idiotic ways of doing things. We were both very odd. I couldn't believe I actually liked this guy. But it was only for tonight, he'll forget about me tomorrow, and we will just forget all of this happened.

"Okay how about we introduce ourselves." He started "Being as to how I just kissed you, and you're holding my hand while we walk on the dead streets at midnight."

I laughed. "Okay, well my name is Riley." I started.

"Nice to meet you Riley. I'm Zayn." he spelled it out the right way "Or as some people spell it Z-a-i-n."

I giggled. "Nice to meet you too." I said as I shook his hand.

"I like your name. I bet it means something like warrior in the sky. I got a name like Riley. When I was younger, kids used to tease me and tell me a got the wrong name since I was girl."

He chuckled. "I've half Pakistan, so my name had to be something all unusual. Plus I like your name. It's kinda all American." He replied.

"My mom said she liked the name Riley because it was Irish. My nana is part Irish so I guess it kinda worked out. My dad wanted to name me something like Renell, since its an old Jamaican name." I explained.

"So you're part Jamaican?" He asked.

"My dad is black and part Jamaican, and my mom is white and part Irish."  I told him.  I grabbed a big bunch of my thick, curly hair. "That's how I got this mess."

He chuckled. "I like your curly hair. It's cute."

"That's exactly why I want to get rid of it. I'm 17, I'm not supposed to be cute. I should be sophisticated, chic and classic." I babbled.

"I think your hair is very classic.  I wonder how you would straighten that thing out." He pondered.

I gave him a look.  "Don't even mention that word around my follicles.  One time, I got my hair straigtened at the salon, and I was practically screaming until the point where the lady refused to touch it anymore. She did one section of my hair, gave me my money back, and send me out."

We joked and laughed about every subject you could think of.  By now I had forgot about putting my guards up.  I was having to much fun talking to him, that I wasn't worried about falling in love with him. 

We walked for a while until we reached the cafe. This actually happened to be one of my favorite ones. It was open all night, and it was close to my house.

"You like this cafe'?" I asked.

He nodded. "This is my favorite one." 

Why do why have so much in common?

"Hello how may I help you?" The cashier asked.

"I'll have a Chai Tea Frappe' please." I asked. 

She nodded and turned to Zayn. "And for you sir?"

"I'll have a Coffee" Zayn replied.

"Okay your total is 14.89" She announced

As soon as I reached for my wallet, Zayn stopped me and quickly paid the lady. Something inside of me wanted to stop him. I hated it when people did things for me. it made me feel like I owed them something. Especially after this whole walk in the street thing. I definitely don't want him to think that this was something.  I know that trick.  Let me buy her a caffeinated drink and earn some good point with her.  Not.  Happening,

As we sat at the table, i quickly took a sip of my tea. "This is not a date, you know." I told him.

He smiled. "Of course not. If we are gonna go on a date, we would be at a nice restaurant. We can negotiate later."

I laughed and shook my head. "You're a smart ass aren't you?" I asked.

Before he could answer, my phone began to vibrate. I looked at saw it was my mom.

What the hell was she doing up.  She was supposed to be knocked out on the couch like she always was. "Hello?" I answered.

She continued to scream and Holler in my ear. She had finally wondered I had been gone since Friday.

I hung up and looked at him worriedly. "If I am not at that doorstep in 20 minutes, my mom will send out the CIA to personally execute me." I explained.

Our walk home was interesting. We talked about weird things and just enjoyed the night. He even put his jacket over my shoulders to keep me warm. When we reached my doorstep.

"I had a fun time tonight." He said.

"I did too." I replied. "I don't know how to thank you enough." I murmured.

"Want to really know how to thank me?" He asked.

He wasn't really supposed to answer that question. Hasn't he ever watched a movie? The person says "I don't know how to thank you!" then the other person just says. "it's nothing really." but not him, he wants something. "I am not having sex with you." I spoke out.

He laughed. "Unlock your phone and give it to me." He ordered.

I gave him the unlocked phone and watched him dial away. Soon he called his own phone and handed me mine with a brand new contact. It said ZAYN with a hole bunch of hearts beside it. I laughed. "If you wanted my number, all you-"

The door behind we creaked open and my mothers head popped out. Holy shit. She is going to embarrass me in front of him.

Maybe she was a blessing in disguise. Maybe she could push him away so i couldn't fall in love with him.  The one and only time I'll thank my mother. 

I turned around and smiled at her.  "Mom, what are you doing up?" I asked. 

She looked at me with her evil eyes.  "Get your ass in here now." She ordered. She looked over to Zayn.  "And to you, go home.  Can't you see it's late?"

I gave Zayn a smile as he awkwardly left.  I walked into the house and shut the door.  "Hey mom." I groaned.

She looked at me with her exhausted eyes.  "I thought I told you to be home at 8." She babbled. I put my hands over my nose.  Her breath smelled like straight tequila along with cigarettes. 

"Mom, you never told me when to be home." I reminded her.  She hasn't even seen my face since Thursday.  Then I went to Jessica's house on Friday night and spent the night there.  When I left for school on Friday morning, she was passed out. 

"Well, I don't care.  When it's a time, bring your ass home to your room and go drifty sleep.  Got it?" She slurred.  She could barely even stand.  I lead her to the couch and sat her down. 

"Okay mom." I replied.  I wasn't even going to comment on any of the words she just said.  She was drunk, and most likely high, and completely out of her mind.  "I'll be up in my room."

She nodded and smiled.  "I love my little Riley boo." She cooed.  She must've smoked some really strong shit today.  The last time she told me that, she was actually sober.  And that's a long time. 

I trotted up to my room and did exactly what she said.  I went drifty sleep.