Beautifully Inked (Zayn Malik AU)

Chapter 4

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I rhythmically tapped my fingers on the sides of the seats as I hummed. She was so tensed and I can really see her muscles tight. Slowly, she look up then lay my back on the seat. I know that she had seen me but chose to ignore. A little intimidated with my poker face, maybe. Hah. Only she knew how I find her funny.

I really don't know why she's so weird. Unlike her friends who were friendly to approach me, she chose to give less fuck about me -- here seating next to her.

She took a glance at me and I was already looking at her, and again, she looked away. Won't she get tired of avoiding my gaze? She keep on turning away. As if she was afraid to hold my gaze for long. I want to laugh at her childishness and just tell her how much adorable she is. But knowing women, that's not how it works. I'd probably get a slap on my face.

"Hey," I initiate the conversation. I was about to say hi because I thought she didn't heard me, but then she looked at me. I gave her the most dazzling smile I could give as I stare at her, drinking in her beauty.

Yeah... she's beautiful. Not just cute, fit, adorable, and funny. She's really beautiful up close.

The things I could do to her.

Shit. I should stop. This perverted thoughts swims in my head, like I'm some wild crazed teen. But no fucktard could blame me, I'm a man.

"Hey," her voice was small, a confirmation that she is nervous. She tried to smile, but instead bit her bottom lip.

Oh no... my fucking eyes fixated on her lips. I know it's unintentional but... it's like she's fucking teasing me. Here? Good lord.

I sat up straighter on my seat, adjusting to his my growing buldge, and maybe looking away from her lips kind of helped too.

Once I calmed myself, I speak again. "Are you following me?" I kid, but she clearly took it in the wrong way. I witnessed how her nervousness turned into anger in just a matter of seconds.

"Excuse me?" she folded her arms against her chest. Her face burning red with anger but she's still holding it back.

"We keep on seeing each other around," I tried to lighten her up but it causes the complete opposite.

"And so? Excuse me again, but I think that's rude. Very, very rude. You can't just ask people if they're following you... I mean, I don't follow you. It's just that everywhere I go you always show up!"

With the loudness of her voice she caught the other passengers' attention. They murmur among themselves and liok at our direction. I keep my laughter into myself. I didn't know she's very easy to annoy, and she is too funny for me to handle.

The way her face burned with anger sets me off -- in a good way. Her nose flaring. Can't really believe that this pretty lady's a cranky one. Maybe she's on her period. Woman with period gets double dangerous than their usual selves. I want to ask her and see how she'll react again. I bet it would be a thousand funnier. Or... maybe I should apologise to her. Yeah, I was being a dick anyway.

I don't want her to hate me the rest of this ride and her life. Hah.

I opened my mouth to speak but she beat me to it, "Maybe you're the one who's following me! You creep," she shuffled back to her seat, and left me speechless.

Following her? Not really. Though it's a bit amasing how we continue to bump on each other.

"Okay... I'm sorry," I whispered, just to be sure I wouldn't trigger another outburst from her. But I'd gladly witness one again.

God, I can't help myself.

"What?" she asked for confirmation. This is the thing with women, they like hearing men apologise. Even it's for the smallest things.

"I said, I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted," she sassily remarked.

"Hah," I tried to fight off myself but her adorable attitude is contagious. Damn.

"Jerk," she muttered under her breath which only made my smile worse. She really think I'm a bad guy.

I watched as she put on her earphones and settled to sleep. Her lids closed shut depriving me to see those brown orbs that I fantasise just before I get here.

I already mention she's beautiful but... damn she really is gorgeous. Her lashes that winged the end of lids were so full and long. Natural red cheeks that I want to pinch so badly. Her lips tinted right now but I'd prefer it without it.

She's fucking perfect.

As she slowly drift off to sleep, making her features softer, and her head hang low. Whenever I look at her - this sounds sappy but fuck it - I always look forward to seeing her again. Like each time is just an addition to my growing addiction of her.

How could she manage to attract me without even trying?

Her breathing slowly even out, indicating that she's deep asleep, and oh good lord I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She look uncomfortable and so I took her head and let it rest on my shoulder. Her strawberry scented shampoo invaded my senses, usually I got annoy because it reminds me of Perrie but because of her it smells refreshing.

Her small body snuggled a little more closer to mine even with the arm rest of our seats. I heard her hum in her sleeep and I smiled like a fucktard. She's the one who'll thank me later for this.

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Something tickles on my face but my eyes won't open. I felt another touch on my cheek and this time, my eyes flung open. The brightness blinds me, and so I look at the source of interuption with a knitted brow.

"What're you doing?" I lazily asked Yassi as she retrieved her hand away from my face. So she's the one who woke me up.

Her eyes widen in surprise to see that she had woken me up. I came accustomed to her face turning red so it's a new sight to see her face turn pale. Embarrassment. Guilt. Shame. It all coloured on her face with still a mixture beauty.

I would never get tired of mentioning how pretty she is.

I wait for her to answer, but nothing came out of her mouth.

What? No 'thank you' for what I did earlier?

I wait for her to speak, because I know how over dramatic she is when I unintentionally mention something, but I was greeted with nothing. Just like what she always do, she turned away and hid her pretty face from me, whilst I smile here like a big ugly goof.

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