Punk Zayn Series

"You Meet For The First Time"

It's not every day that London has perfect weather, but lucky for you and your dog the sky was supposed to be clear all week. You slip into your tennis shoes before hooking the leash to your dog's collar. "Come on," you say in a playful tone as you open the door. You take to the street for your afternoon exercise, walking all throughout London, your dog by your side. You stop a few times to window shop once you get in the city. While concentrating on a window full of collard ombre button-ups your dog begins to go mad. Your attention breaks as you look down at her and then up to what she was barking at. "Hey," you begin, bending down to her level and pulling the leash to get her attention, "Shh!" She continues to bark as the guy her attention was on got closer. "SHH!" You try again with no luck. Once he is standing before you she stops immediately, whimpering as she quickly moves behind you. You look down at her with confusion and back up to the guy and realize the reasoning for her actions. He wasn't the nicest looking person you had come across seeing as he was completely covered in tattoos and piercings. "I'm sorry," you say quietly, trying not to make eye contact, afraid of what kind of person he would turn out to be. "It's alright, I don't exactly look friendly," he responds with a chuckle. He bends down and holds his hand out in the dog's direction. She slowly moves from behind you to catch his scent. Once she is fully in front of him, he begins to pet her and she is in love. You smile down at your bipolar dog. "What's her name?" He asks, rubbing behind her ear.
"Sophie."
"Nice to meet you Sophie. Now what's her name?" His questioning of your dog confuses you, only because this wasn't the kind of personality you thought he would have. He waits a few moments and stands back up in front of you. "She's a bit shy I think," he says with a smile. "(Y/N)," you respond taking the hint. "(Y/N)," he repeats with a smile. "Zayn," he continues, extending his skull covered arm in your direction. You nod slowly, ignoring his hand, and step to the side. "I think it's time for us to go," you say trying your best to leave the conversation. "And why is that?" He inquires, staying in his spot as to not disturb you. "Sophie gets fussy when she doesn't have her lunch on time," you lie. "Well we can't have that," he responds, humoring you. You nod and bring her to your side before walking away.