Ways To Love You.

Chapter 2

Sorry about the wait! Enjoy!

We pull up to the diner and go in. We find a booth near the entrance and take a seat.

"There's so many flavours to choose from!" I stare down the menu, gazing at all of the milkshake possiblities.

"Get whatever you want, it's on me." I set my menu down and give Zayn a look.

"No, Zayn. You-"

"I want to." I smile then look back at the menu.

"Are you guys ready to order?" She smiles at Zayn then turns to me with a slight grimace.

"Yeah, I would like a chocolate milkshake." Zayn returns the smile and gives our waitress his menu.

"And you?"

"Could I have peach?"

"Sure thing. Would that be all?"

"Yeah." She holds her hand out for the menu so I pick it up and hand it to her. The sleeve of my jacket comes down revealing some of my tattoos. She takes my menu with a shake of her head.

"Shit."

"So that's what this is about." I look back at Zayn and give him a funny look.

"What?"

"You're wearing your jacket because you're afraid of what people might think of you."

"What? No." I wave off what he says and try to avoid contact.

"Edward."

"Zayn."

"Edward."

"Fine, I am."

"But why?" I turn back at him and sigh.

"We live in a society where we judge people by what we see. When people look at me, they immediately think 'oh he does weed' or 'oh he's a rebel and gets bad grades in school' and the list goes on! I have tattoos and piercings because they express who I am as a person, not what I do. People just don't get that."

"I do."

"Well, you're the only one."

"Here are your milkshakes." Sadie sets Zayn's drink in front of him then sets a dark black one in front of me.

"Enjoy."

"Miss? I think you got the orders mixed up."

"You didn't order this?"

"No, I ordered peach."

"Oh, my bad. I thought you ordered black licorice. All punks like black."

"Wh-"

"Hey, now. Wait a minute." Zayn puts his hand up.

"I'm not going to let you talk to my friend that way." Our waitress shrugs with a smirk.

"If that's what you think then maybe we should leave." Zayn stands up and grabs my hand. He pulls me out of the diner and walks to the car. We get into the car and he starts it up.

"Those types of people need to go die somewhere."

"Zayn."

"And who does that lady think she is?"

"Zayn." He stops talking and looks at me for a quick second before looking back at the road.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Sticking up for me." Zayn smiles.

"It's what best friends are for." I bite at my lip ring and look down.

"Yeah." He pulls up to my house then turns to me.

"Maybe we could try again but not milkshakes?"

"Sure, how about pizza?"

"Sounds good."

"Feels good." I smirk and get out of the car.

"Bye, Styles."

"Later, Malik." I walk up my driveway and give him a small wave before walking inside.