I found the dress I bought when I was in my old city. The pink one along with the flats. Well I guess that was the only dress I owned except for my old prom dress which was really big. It didn't exactly fit the idea of a "date" I slipped on the thin pink fabric and shoes. "Don't I have a necklace to go with this?" I said to myself.
I rummaged through my suitcases (Which were still not all unpacked). And of course I found it at the bottom of the suitcase. I hooked the chain around my neck having a little trouble at first, but I managed. I stood in front of the mirror and almost screamed. My hair looked a mess. I can't believe Zayn saw me like this.
Grabbing the hairspray from one of my bags I walked to the bathroom. My grandma and mom were watching what sounded like a comedy movie due to their fits of laughter. I decided to curl my hair today. Which takes so much hair spray. And after about an hour and a half of tugging and burning my ears I was done.
I smiled at my reflection, I looked perfect (Well not perfect but presentable)
I was now in my room trying to pass time by playing on my phone. My grandma and mom went to betty' s diner for supper so I won't have to explain when Zayn pulls up. it was awfully quiet now that they were gonna but I won't have to wait long. Zayn should be here any minute.
As if on que I heard a car park in the front of the building. I waited to here the sound of someone climbing the ladder leading up to my window.
I smiled when the creaking sound of the ladder met my ears. I made my way over to the window watching as a familiar figure climbed the ladder till he reached my window. I think I scared him, he looked up and screamed not expecting my face to be on the other side.
I laughed and opened the window. "Someone's a bit jump aren't they?" He grumbled and stuck out his hand waiting for me to take it.
"Oh we don't have to sneak out tonight, my grandma and mom went to eat supper down the street." I pointed in the direction of Betty' s diner to prove my point.
"Yeah, but this makes it so much more..." He paused tapping his finger on his chin. "Scary?" I questioned. "No exciting!" He said when he finally thought of the right word.
I sighed and took his extended hand for support. I'm glad I wore flats I thought.
Zayn went down the ladder first and waited on the ground, probably enjoying the view of my dress from far below. I tried not to look down as I slowly descended down the ladder. I stepped down one more time and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I felt solid ground.
"You alright? You look a little shaky." Zayn mocked me as we walked to his car. "Shut up! I'm scared of heights, the only reason I made it to London was because I fell asleep during most of the flight here!" I exclaimed defensively.
Zayn only laughed opening the door on the passengers side of the car for me to get in. I blushed at his fitness and got into the car. I watched his tall figure circle the car and open the door to my right getting into the drivers side. "I swear I'm not used to the whole backwards thing with the steering wheel on the right instead of the left." I said truthfully. "When me and the lads went to America we had to get used to driving on the right Sid of the rode Instead of the left. It was hard but we got used to it." Zayn stared the car and pulled out into the road.
"Where are we going exactly?" I asked not looking at him but out the window. " Oh it's a surprise." Your gonna love it!
I sighed once again. I really hated surprises.I looked out the window the whole way and jumped a little when Zayn grabbed my hand and squeezed. " You ok?" He asked with concern in his voice. "Yeah I'm fine just excited." I lied. The thing was It felt so right last night and this morning but today it felt wrong, his hand in mine felt wrong, me being in his car felt wrong. And I felt guilty for feeling that way. It seemed like Zayn really did care for me. And I just had sex with him and now I'm feeling this way. It's not fair to him."Well we're almost there so you won't have to wait long.
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The Lincoln Hotel, Every Directioners paradise. (1D Fan Fic) (Editing Needed)
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