The Story of us

Chapter Fourteen: The Date

A/N:

Hey readers! Something went weird with my wattpad/laptop yesterday and didn't let me post this chapter! ughh.. but here it is! sorry to keep you waiting again!! 

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Zayn Malik had done many inexplicable things in my life, but as I stared in disbelief at the lone figure waiting in the pouring rain, this was the first time I felt like the ground had been pulled out from underneath me.

For several long seconds I stood there, gazing at the sight before me. Then, at last, I decided I had to move.

Very tentatively, I crossed over to him and held the umbrella over his head.

As the rain thudded rhythmically on the plastic, Zayn slowly looked up; his dark hair was plastered to his forehead and his face was dripping. Before I could open my mouth and demand why on earth he was still here, he leapt up and threw his arms around me. I shrieked, promptly letting go of the umbrella so that the rain fell heavy and hard upon us.

"You're here," he muttered, burying his wet and cold face in my shoulder, "You're finally here. Do you have any idea how late you are?" His words were muffled, but carried an underlying emotion that I couldn't pinpoint. He sounded... relieved. Almost glad.

I was paralysed to the spot, unable to move because of his weight, at the shock of his arms around me, and the shock at finding him here at all.

"Hey - hey - what are you doing?" I said nervously, trying to pry him off, "Malik, I'm serious, if you don't get off me - "

"It's so cold," Zayn murmured, ignoring me. His skin was icy against mine and his arms were locked around me so tightly I could feel him shivering all over. Pity welled up inside me, which was the cue for my defiance to lash out.

"No one told you to wait here so long!" I exclaimed a bit stiffly because of his embrace. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him off, staring up at him. We were both soaking now as I picked up my umbrella and held it back over us.

Zayn was still shivering as he barked, "Why are you so late?"

"I never even said I was coming," I retorted, eyeing him reproachfully as he sneezed, "You could have at least waited under some shelter."

"I was worried."

"What?" I frowned, unsure if I'd heard him right.

He folded his arms tightly across his body. "I was worried something happened to you," he said peevishly, "You took so long to get here. Why? I asked you to come, didn't I?"

"Correction: you told me a time and place and walked away without waiting for my response."

"Yeah. So I asked you," said Zayn, clearly not getting it. I sighed, wondering just how I wound up in these situations. My hand was getting tired from holding up the umbrella - he was no midget. At that moment, Zayn sneezed again, loudly and violently, and my heart smote me as I took another look at the pathetic, drowned boy. He'd been waiting for me, after all.

"Come on, let's go," I said resignedly, "I'll buy you something hot to drink."

I prodded him hard in the arm when he didn't move, still too wrapped up in his wet and cold condition. he followed reluctantly, muttering, "You really know how to annoy people."

"I thought I was good at knocking sense into people," was my haughty reply.

"No one said you couldn't be good at both. On top of that, you've also got an unusual talent for causing accidents."