Never Trust A Smoker(He'll Leave You Broken Hearted )

Jo's P.O.V.*

I sat in the little old coffee shop that was only a few blocks down from my flat, and since the tyre of my vehicle was flat, and I didn't have the money to get it repaired, I had walked here.

The name of the coffee shop was Fran's Coffee Shop, the own wasn't named Fran, but that had been the name of the person who had first opened it, but she had long since pasted.

The owner to this small shop is now Jessy, me and her have became fairly close friends because I come here everyday and she knows exactly what I want every time.

When she called my order, I got up and grabbed my latté, and headed for my seat when a guy grabbed my arm, and spun me around.

He was tall and mysterious, his hair was brought up into the perfect quiff that was the colour of coal. His eyes though, they were a light hazel colour. They had danger written all over them. My head told me to ran and get the hell out of here but my instinct told me to stay.

He put his hand under my chin and moved his face uncomfortably close to my face, his breathe smelt like cigarette smoke.

"Hey, I'm Zayn," he whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine.

I just glared at him, pulling out of his strong grip, and walked to the table I was sitting at with my friend Marley.

"He's staring at you," my friend whispered to me.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw him with a smirk on his face.

"Jo, I need sugar, would you be a doll and get me some?" She asked with a huge grin/smirk in her face.

"Why can't you?" I asked her.

"Because I'm too lazy and since your a good friend you would go and get me some sugar please," she said.

I sighed and got up, walking towards Zayn, he smiled as I did. He had positioned him self right in front of the sugar.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stood in front of him, he just smiled at me, it was kinda creepy.

"Can I help you?" He asked me.

"Can you please pass me some sugar?" I asked him in an annoyed tone.

"Can I have your number?" He asked me back quickly.

"No, now can I please have the sugar?" I asked getting mad.

He reached over and grabbed a hand full of sugar, and reached out and placed it in my hand.

"Thank you," I said.

"Now can I have your number?" He asked me again.

I shook my head but then he grabbed my wrists, and whispered in my ear," you have no choice, give me your number."

I sighed loudly as he handed me his phone and I typed my number into his phone, and handed it back to him, walking back to the table.

"Someone's got a guy," my friend said with a laugh.

"I'm not interested in him Marley, he's really demanding, he forced me to give him my number," I told her dropping the sugar packs in front of her as I felt my phone buzz in my pants pocket.

Unknown number:

Just checking to make sure you gave me the right number.

-Zayn

I looked over my shoulder at him, he just smiled back at me and I waved my phone in the air to say I got his text.

I added him to my contacts so I wouldn't get confused every time he texted me. I texted him back.