Novocaine

Three

I casually waited at my door to get picked up by Zayn for what I think was a date. Then again he threw a huge temper tantrum so I don't really know maybe he was just planning my death. Nonetheless it was a few minutes past 6:45 the said time to be ready and I was starting to get a little nervous. I just really had no idea what to expect with him, and honestly didn't think I was going to hear of him again after taking him home drunk. But I was also excited because there was something about him that just made you want to get to know him. It's like he has this mystery about him that you just wanted to solve. A few seconds later there was a knock on the door and I opened it to a an extremely handsome Zayn. His long hair was combed back and his beard just made him look extremely attractive.

"Did you really think yesterday was the last you'd see of me?" He smirked while leaning against my door frame.

"When it comes to you I don't know what to expect," I joked.

"Yeah I wanted to apologize about that. I unnecessarily blew up on you. I'm sorry," he apologized, "by the way you look extremely beautiful tonight."

"It's alright don't worry about it and thank you. You look quite handsome yourself."

"So shall we go?" He asked while hooking his arm with mine.

"And where exactly are we going?" I asked while closing the door.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"Are you seriously one of those guys?" I asked, emphasizing the word "those".

"What do you mean?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Those guys who refuse to ever tell you where you're going for a date. And it's like you're always just so blindsided on what to wear, and who knows maybe you're taking me to my death right now. It's just like why does everything have to be a secret? I'd just really appreciate some details you know so I can prepare myself for the event." I rambled on as he laughed.

"If I really was going to kill you, don't you think I'd keep that part a secret? I'd just lie and tell you we were going to dinner, not that we were on our way to your death."

"Okay but still. I'm pretty sure you'd hate if anytime someone took you somewhere you wouldn't know until arrival. Like surprises are fun and all, but not every single fucking time."

"Okay, I get your point. I'll tell you then, yeah?"

"Please, break the cliché for once."

"Alright we're going to dinner."

"Are we actually going to dinner or are you just lying to me? Are we actually on our way to my death?"

"No we're actually going to dinner," he chuckled.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The new italian restaurant that opened up. Does that sound good?"

"Another cliché. You take me to an extremely fancy dinner to try and impress me. Am I right?"

"You really have no filter, do you?" He mumbled.

"You're right I don't," his eyes widened as he realized I heard him, "but have you ever gotten breakfast for dinner? There's this restaurant actually down the street that just serves breakfast for dinner and I'd like to say it's pretty fantastic."

"Breakfast for dinner? You're sure you'd rather do that?" He asked slightly astonished that I turned down his fancy dinner plans.

"Yes," I nodded as I dragged him down the street inside.