Bradford Bad Boy

Chapter Eleven

Sky's POV

We talked throughout the drive there and when Zayn parked in front of this very ornate building.

  "Is this where we're eating?" I asked.

  "Yep!"

He got out as I stared at the building. Zayn opened my door and helped me out. The whole place had a romantic feel to it, and I think Zayn knew that too.

We walked inside and it was even more breathtaking in here. There were small chandlers hanging from the ceiling, a fresh red rose on every table, candles, and there were white tables and white chairs/booths.

  "This is beautiful," I whispered to Zayn.

  "Not as beautiful as you, boo," he whispered and kissed my cheek.

I blushed and we reached the front desk of the restaurant (I can't think of the right name...). Zayn looked really good tonight, I mean, really good.

  "Name, please?" A girl looking about thirty said whilst eyeing Zayn up and down.

  "Malik," Zayn replied, whilst holding onto my waist a little tighter.

  "Follow me."

The lady grabbed two menus and walked further into the beautifully decorated restaurant. She set the two menus on a table and Zayn pulled out a chair for me. I smiled up at him and sat down, the waitress silently scoffed, but I still heard her. Zayn slipped off his jacket and hung it over the chair before sitting down. The thirty year old waitress left and I smiled down at my menu.

  "I think someone else fancies you, Mr. Malik," I said, teasingly.

  "Well, she doesn't compare to you, Sky," he said.

I looked up at him and he had a crooked smile on his beautiful face. I don't get why anyone would want to punch him or hurt him. Louis might cut his hand if he punched Zayn's jawline. I loved that it was just us tonight and we weren't worrying about the fight or anything. It was just us. Another waiter came by and he looked at me and gave me a mischievous smile. I felt a little awkward after that.

  "Hi, my name is Matt and can I start you off with some drinks?"

  "House chardonnay," I mumbled.

  "Jim and water," Zayn said.

  "I'll be right back with those," he said then looked at me once more before walking off.

 "Looks like someone fancies you to, Ms. Harper," Zayn said.

 "He made me feel uncomfortable... He's creepy," I said.

I rubbed my forearms and looked down at my menu trying to figure out what to eat. Zayn cleared his throat and I looked up at him.

  "Babe, you know that I wouldn't let that prick do anything to you, right?" He asked.

 "Yeah, I know," I said with a small smile.

I reached over the table and pecked his lips. I sat back down and he was smiling at me. We started talking about anything really, it jumped from topics, then Matt came and I looked down at my lap. He set our drinks down and then we ordered. Zayn, being the big man he is, got a steak and a baked potato and I got some grilled chicken with green beans and a small appetizer salad.

  "I'll put those in right now, be back soon," Matt said.

Matt left and I took a sip of my wine. It was sweet and tangy at the same time. I placed the wine glass down and Zayn reached across the table to hold my hand.