Chapter Three

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The indentation of a zipper track lined my cheek when I woke up the next morning. I had fallen asleep while wearing Zayn’s jacket somehow. Now waking up to it and peeling it off my face made me realize that I longed for him again. I longed for his kiss, for his hands holding my face and my hand, for his arms wrapped around me and his cologne filling my nose. I laid there for a moment just replaying every little perfect moment last night when my phone rang. I nearly jumped out of my own skin as I stretched sideways to grab and answer it. I already knew who it was.

“Hi Zayn,”

“Good morning, love.”

His words caused my mind to scramble again, and it was only a harmless good morning. I bit my lip and tried to conceal the blush that he couldn’t see.

“I’m sorry if it’s early,” He began. “But I really missed the sound of your voice.”

“No, I’m glad you called. I was going to call a little later when I couldn’t cope missing you any longer.”

I could tell he was smiling now. “How did you sleep last night?”

I looked down at the jacket resting around my shoulders. “Wonderful thanks to your jacket’s company.”

“I want you to keep it, that way when we’re not together we always will be.”

I hesitated for a second. There was that straightforwardness again. We hadn’t even gone on our second date yet and he was already implying we would be together for a while. I just expected him to get it back the next time I saw him, not want me to keep it for a reminder of his existence when he isn’t around. I don’t know, it was a little weird but at the same time sweet so I should shrugged the hesitance away.

“I’ll keep it, thank you.”

Then there was a silence for a moments and I didn’t know if it was good or bad. I wondered if he noticed the hesitance, like if I hurt his feelings or something.

But then he said, “When can I see you again?”

“Whenever you want, I guess. I’m rarely busy.” This was the truth.

“If it was based off of what I wanted I would just drop everything and come get you now. I really enjoyed last night.”

I laughed. “I did to.”

“Well as long as you did to and your needs are met, Victoria, that’s all that matters.”

“You’re sweet.”

He laughed then, but then fell silent. I could tell he was waiting for a response from my end.

I paused before replying what I wanted to. I wasn’t sure if this would seem too straightforward, my reply I mean. But he was probably the most straightforward I met in my life besides my father which is a record, so I said it anyway.

“Well we can hang out at my place or at yours, it doesn’t matter. In fact, we can go out if you’d like. It really doesn’t matter.”

“Your place sounds nice, if that’s what you want. I can be over at let’s say one, love?”

I looked over at my clock and it showed eleven-thirty. An hour was more than enough time.

“It’s a done deal; I’ll see you in a bit Zayn.”

“Counting down the minutes, beautiful.”

And with that he hung up, leaving me to realize I was unknowingly counting down to.

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I was on the first stair on my way down when Zayn rang my doorbell. The time was one, exactly. I wasn’t used to someone wanting to see me that bad, who literally did count down the minutes and show exactly at the planned time, all for me. I walked down the stairs and opened the door. There he stood again; wearing a simple blue t-shirt that showed off his muscles in all the right places. His washed out jeans and simple high tops. He was standing perfection even on a simple date.

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