Dangerously Seductive (a Zayn Malik fanfiction).

Chapter 3

My lack of of excitement for this date was apparent, due to the fact that it was already 8:50 and I had only just begun to get ready. I decided on a pair of black high waisted shorts, and teal crop top that hung just low enough to cover what the shorts didn't. It wasn't my best 'bad girl' outfit, to compliment Zayn's tough appearance but it's what I liked. My spiral curls hung down my back, stopping at the curve of my waist as usual. With the assistants of products I managed to tame them enough to handle.

Considering I wasn't over joyed about the the circumstances I didn't bother putting a full face of make up on. I decided mascara was enough. The final addition of my heels completed the outfit. I didn't want to wear heels, because that makes it seem as if I was trying to appear attractive for him, but in all honesty I wore them to not be so small. I was rather petite, barely reaching 5'2. I have never weighed too much in my but, still had a decent breast size and bum to match. My genes were good to me in that area, but the height region skipped me completely.

As I gathered the necessary items for my purse, I heard a slight knock on the door. I mentally groaned before going to answer it.

"Hello gorgeous." Zayn smirked as I greeted him at the door.

His eyes shamelessly ogled my body, making me suddenly very insecure. I didn't like the way his eyes so intently took in my appearance. It's like the pupils within his perfect golden eyes were breaking me down piece by piece, and judging each fragment.

"I'll be j-just a moment." I spoke, uncomfortably crossing my arms over my chest.

After Zayn walked in, I went to gather my things. I took a bit longer than needed, to mentally prepare myself for this 'date'. I use the term date loosely, considering it's usually mutual, in this case it was very much one sided. Zayn being the only side.

"Do you live alone?" Zayn asked as we walked to his car. I was surprised he didn't have that medal death trap, he called a motorcycle with him.

After shocking me with his gentlemen ways and assisting me into the large vehicle I answered his question.

"No, my parents are out of town at some business convention. We have a family owned company. But when they get back, they'll be moving out and I get the home to myself. So I should say, not yet, but I will love alone soon enough."

"Your a little young to live in such a big house alone don't you think?"

"Don't you live alone?"

I was nineteen, since when is that to young to experience the world? If I had a say I would think at my age is when your suppose to test your limits.

"Sweetheart I'm a bit to old for mummy and daddy to take care of me." His condescending tone, didn't go unnoticed and was quickly reciprocated.

"Oh and how old are you?"

"21."

"Because two years older than me is extreme." I scoffed. That earned me a warning look from Zayn.

The age difference really wasn't extravagant, but enough to make me wonder. Wonder about what he's been through already. Obviously he had experience with women and fights, but what else has he tested the waters in? I was getting much to curious about this boy, I had to remind my self to stay away, Zayn was no good and he didn't seem to mind the slightest bit.

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The car ride was silent, and I found myself observing Zayn's features. The way his golden brown eyes reflected the light was mesmerizing, it made me wonder why so much hate was behind such perfection.

"Are we going in there?" I gasped realizing he had driven us to a club. I would've protested sooner, but I was far too lost in his features to recognize where the drive had gone off too.