Triple Dog Dare *A Zayn Malik Love Story*

Chapter 14

The song for this chapter is I Need a Lover (That Won't Drive Me Crazy) by John Cougar Mellencamp.

*Camille's POV*

"Camille! Hurry up or I'll be late!" Zayn yelled from downstairs.

"Hold on! I'm coming!" I countered, a little flustered. I sporadically threw stuff around the closet, searching frantically for the one thing I desired most at the moment. I sighed in relief when my hand came across what I'd been looking last minute for. I yanked it off its hanger and threw it under my arm and bolted down the stairs. On my way down, I nearly crashed right into Zayn. I thought fast and stopped on my heels, big hands landed on my arms, steadying me in an attempt to keep us both from falling over. I laughed out loud and quickly covered my mouth from making a fool of myself. I was the literal definition of a clutz.

Zayn gave me an amused smile. "I'd also like it if we made it there in one piece." I giggled and he grabbed my hand, pulling me to the door.

With his eyes kept forward, he asked, "What were you doing anyways?" He opened the passenger door and helped me in. I playfully showed off the piece of clothing I'd intentionally stolen from his bedroom. He rolled his eyes and closed the door. I pulled the dark black sweatshirt over my head, the hood coming up and causing pieces of my hair to fall messily in front of my face. I crossed my eyes in frustration and blew my bangs back to their rightful place while running my hands through my hair to comb it back down. I happily hugged my sides, indulging in the sweet, comforting, and intense scent of Zayn. I caught him looking at me out of the corner of my eye from his seat.

"Are you happy now?" He mocked. I nodded and snuggled into the soft fabric even further. He smiled and started pulling out of his driveway. "I don't mind," he said after a few moments. "You look really pretty in it."

I all but beamed at him. All I could do now was wait for us to arrive at the studio to witness my first ever studio recording.

. . .

I anxiously awaited for the rehearsal to commence. Zayn and I were planning on going out afterwards so he invited me to come along and see what it was like to be a member of One Direction. I explored the studio, finding myself wandering into, what I presumed was the kitchen/lunchroom. Me being me, I decided to have a look around for myself.

Peeking outside the double doors of the cafeteria to make sure nobody was around, I pursued my mission. I crept to the refrigerator and poked around for a few moments. I checked the freezer after finding nothing to satisfy my hunger in the fridge. I frowned at the unlikelihood of eating anything in the freezer, that is, until I reached into the very back. I smiled to myself as I pulled the popsicle box out of the depths of the freezer and popped out a grape one. I shoved the box back into its place and even sealed it to cover my tracks.

I happily explored the rest of the studio, devouring my snack along the way. I had nearly finished my popsicle when I ran into someone coming out of a room to the left of me. I stood, dumbstruck, and stared guiltily at a familiar boy I knew, Niall. I put my hands behind my back, as did he.

He squinted. "What do you have in your hands?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

He squinted again, but this time in thought. "Touche." It was like a Texas standoff. "On three we show the other what we have."

"Deal," I smiled, amused by our stupidity. "One."

"Two."

"Three."

We pulled our hands out from behind our backs and giggled. Me with my three-fourths eaten popsicle, and him with his half eaten cookie.

"Here." He gestured behind him. "Let's get back to the others. We're starting in three minutes."