☀️ Jenna Walker - July 19, 2015
Today was Zayn's day off and was two days after our date and kiss. We haven't seen each other since then, even though Zayn had gotten over his fright of texting me, and I'm quite scared that I had missed him in the time being. As I worked, I found myself always checking my phone despite the fact that I had checked seconds ago and I knew for a fact that he hadn't texted me back just yet. As well as not really paying attention to what Hailey or Tanner had said to me about the pictures I had took on the fourth.
I felt really stupid for letting a boy consume my thoughts but there was just something about Zayn that made it okay. (Man, do I sound cliché.)
After work, I made my way to my apartment but was stopped short on my way towards the door when I see the man who had consumed my thoughts leaning against the wall. When he hears my footsteps, he looks up and meets my eyes, a gorgeous smile crawling onto the lips I was dying to kiss again.
"I've been waiting here for an hour because I didn't know what time you got off of work," he admits before following me into the building. He shoves his hands into his pockets as we head towards my door.
"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing," I tease while opening my apartment door after greeting Fate who walked passed us. Zayn nudges me with a frown. "But you're my cutest thing."
"Am I?" He questions while taking a seat on the couch. Immediately, my cheeks get hot at my slip up. Because even if we went on a date and had kissed, that doesn't mean we're together. I honestly had no idea if Zayn even wanted to be with me in that way or if he just wanted to have dates - maybe not even that, maybe he wanted something to get back in the game after what happened with Amy. I press my lips together and internally shake my head. Nerves will be the death of me.
"Yup." I found myself saying without hesitation, and to my surprise, Zayn smiles rather than looking shocked.
"And you're my Tennessee," he muses before opening his arms, gesturing for me to take a seat on his lap. And I do, loving the feeling of his arms when they wrap around me and how his lips press against my forehead in the softest of touches.
So, in the next two to three hours we stayed in that position just talking - and yes, maybe there were a few kisses here and there - until Zayn couldn't feel his legs anymore. To which I simply just switched our positions by placing Zayn's head on my lap while the rest of his body tempted to fit on the two seater couch. My fingers combed through his un-styled hair as he looked up at me. "Who knew that the party I was dreading could turn out to be one of the greatest days to have happened. God bless Niall Horan for dragging me despite my fear of fireworks."
"Ah-ha! So you are scared of fireworks!" I shout making him sit up in realization.
He gives me a tiny glare. "Okay, fine. I am scared of fireworks but at least I'm not scared of koalas."
"Hey! I was attacked by one in the fourth grade! It bit me when all I tried to do was give 'em a leaf to eat! I'm scarred for life."
"Well so am I. When I was five, Niall had tipped over a firework I set off and it almost hit me and the following year, he threw his sparkler at me."
"When in doubt, blame Niall."
"It's my motto, really."
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(A/N): PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT. This story gets about 10 votes a chapter yet only one person seems to comment (thanks @pirateharry you're awesome). I don't want to seem needy but I put as much effort into these short stories as I do with any other and it would mean a lot to get feedback.
ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I certainly did!
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