Punk Zayn Series

"First Date"

You look out your second story window as the sun begins to go down to see Zayn walking up the walkway to your front door. As he begins to knock, Sophie races down the stairs to the door. You laugh at her eagerness. She had really taken up with him. In fact, she was basically the sole reason this was happening. You follow after her and open the door for him. "Hi!" He says in surprise as he looks you over. "Hi." You welcome him in as you return to your bedroom to slip your heels on and grab your clutch. "Ready," you announce, walking back down the stairs. "You look great," he compliments, opening the door back up. "See you later Sophie," he tells the dog, as she lies on the back of the couch, her tail wagging excitedly.
"So where are you taking me?"
"I thought we could go to Alain Ducasse's."
"Are you serious?" You question. Alain Ducasse is without a doubt one of the most expensive restaurants in London, but of course one of the most prestigious as well.
"Yeah is that alright?"
"Of course, I see now why you asked me to dress up." He nods and the two of you head to The Dorchester. As his hand grasps the top of the steering wheel, you notice his tattoos peeking out from beneath his blazer. His choice of restaurant and attire definitely did not seem to fit the personality he had exhibited these past couple of months and you were wondering why. Surely he wasn't trying to impress you with fancy, upscale experiences, surely he knew you better than that. You begin to look at him directly, and soon he notices. "Yes?" He questions with a smile. "Are you sure this is where you want to go?" You ask, still trying to figure out his reasoning for choosing such a lavish place for a first date. "Do you not want to go?" He asks concerned.
"I asked you first."
"Well I will admit it isn't my usual place but I wanted to take you somewhere nice." You pause, you knew he wasn't the fancy restaurant type. "Where is your artwork this week?" You ask, remembering his artistic occupation. He smiles and answers, hoping he knows what you are about to suggest.
"Hove."
"Well that's not too far," you respond with a smile. "And we can get a McDonald's on the way." Your suggestion sounded perfect to him. He redirects himself and the two of you begin the two hour drive down to the very south of England. Stopping at your suggested McDonald's along the way, you can't help but enjoy yourself. This had turned into an unscheduled road trip and you couldn't have asked for a better afternoon. He orders way too much food from the drive-thru causing you to laugh when they hand it to him through the window. "Half is for on the way back," he assures you, setting the bags in your lap. "Good to know." Back on the road it only takes you a half hour to make your way from the McDonald's in Crawley to your Brighton town destination. Even though it was closing time Zayn persuades the guard to leave the doors open while he shows you around his work. "This is gorgeous," you compliment, as he walks you through the room of his displays.
"It's not much, but I'm pretty proud of it."
"As you should be, this is incredible." He spends the next few hours explaining the thoughts and processes behind each of his pieces, leaving you highly impressed. You would have never made him out to be this kind of guy based on your first impression but he was changing your mind every day. It was way too soon when the guard interrupted the two of you, letting you know that it was indeed time to leave. "Jeez, he's right love," he acknowledges, looking at the clock on his phone as it reads '1:06 am'. "Don't be sad," he says, responding to your long face. "We've got cold McDonald's in the car!" You can't help but laugh at his comment, slowly getting up from the floor where the two of you had been sat.