When she holds you close, I might just die inside.

Chapter 20: Heart on fire.

Lilly's P.O.V.

"So how was it?" Jade asks practically squealing."And by the way... That fight you had with Zayn... Shows a sudden development of cojones." She adds.

"Great! There was only one thing I didn't like..." Ignoring her comment about the fight.

"What was it? Please don't tell me he had a bad breath! Was it how he was dressed? Did he wore Crocs with socks?! Cause that would be just... Weird." She say with a disgusted expression on her face, just by the mere mention of someone wearing Crocs with socks. (A/N- MY GOD! Can you imagine an English man saying Crocs with socks? It would be hilarious! XD)

"He was perfect! He looked formal, but not too formal." I say and she let's out a sigh.

"Well then what was it?!" She asks

"Zayn." I say with a groan.

*FLASHBACK*

"This is really good." Says Michael.

"My pasta is really good... Too." I say.

"So tell me about-" He says I don't hear the rest because my eyes focus on the person who just entered. He has caramel eyes and dark hair. Yeah... He's here... To ruin my date. How can I even like this guy?! Wait a minute... I don't like him... I liked him... I think. He looks at me and sits right next to our table. Michael (thanks God) doesn't notice. He ( Zayn) orders and drops a little note in my handbag.

"Umm, Michael. I have to go to the loo." I say as I awkwardly stand up. I make my way to the bathroom. I look in my purse and see a piece of paper. I open it and it says:

'You could do better than that. -Z.'

"Jerk." I mutter to myself with a frown. There's also a flower... An anemone. My favorite flower...

"Oh, luv..." I say with a sigh and a smile. That boy drives me insane! He's so sweet and other times he's just a massive jerk. I guess that's Zayn... I take a deep breath and wash my face with water. I look at myself in the mirror.

"So? I doesn't matter that your ex is there. Just calm down and go be with your date." I tell myself. I go back with a smile and see Zayn talking to Michael.

"Shit." I mutter under my breath. Zayn looks up at me and then goes. He walks out of the restaurant with sad expression plastered in his face.

"Hey." I say awkwardly as I sit on the chair.

"Zayn was here." He says in a serious tone.

"So what did he say?" I ask curiously.

"To treat you like a flower. Because you are as beautiful and fragile as one." He says.

"Uuhhh... Really?" I'm pretty sure my jaw was on the floor by now.

"Yeah..." He says eying me over. He's looking for a reaction. "Are you over him?" He asks.

"I'm trying..." I say as I bite my lower lip. I look at him I can see his pained expression but he quickly shakes it off.

"Well do you want to get over him?" He asks with a-matter-of-fact tone in his deep, Italian accent-ish voice.

"Yes." I say. Somehow I feel like I'm lying to myself. I don't want to backdown without a fight... I don't want to give up on Zayn so easily... But I'm only going to get my heart broken... He has done that... And those few times it felt like dying...

"I'll help you move on." He says with a little smile. I smile back at him.

*END OF FLASHBACK*