I Am Wanderer (Sequel to I Am Prostitute) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3: The Way

So yeah, the GIF on the side. It happened.

Song: The Way by Ariana Grande

RECAP

We walked out the door and I looked around.

“Welcome to Australia James.”

***Niall’s POV***

I looked over to Zayn and admired the way the sunlight illuminated his features. His caramel brown eyes glinted and shined as he looked around. His chest rose and fell as he breathed in the warm spring air. The defined cheekbones on his face lifted as a grin formed on his perfect face. How could someone be so breathtakingly beautiful? When God made Zayn, he definitely used all of he perfect elements. He turned to me, and I felt myself blushing. Zayn had just caught me openly staring at him, and his grin grew wider.

“So, what do you think James?” My eyebrows rose in surprise, and then realised that I hadn’t actually had a look around. Tearing my piercing blue eyes away from his golden orbs, I focused on my surroundings. A gasp escaped from my lips as I took in the scenery. The grass had a mixture of both green and brown, creating a beautiful contrast together. The sky was as blue as my eyes, and not a cloud in sight. It is much different from the skies of England, so I’ve heard. I flinched when a couple of birds flew past my face, screeching to each other in some unknown language. There were teenagers riding long boards in shorts and singlets; all without a care in the world. I glanced down at my choice of clothing and thought that I looked out of place in my skinny jeans and button up shirt. Everyone looked so free and full of life, and in that moment I knew what I wanted. I wanted Zayn, and I wanted to know what it feels like to be free.

“Zayn?” He hummed in response so I continued on. “Can we go shopping? There are a few things I want to get.”

Zayn and I walked into a shop named City Beach not holding hands (I wasn’t quite comfortable with that yet) but we were as close to each other as possible. Every step we took, our hands would brush and a spark would flow through my arm. I wandered around the large store until I found what I was looking for. Tank tops and shorts. I’ve heard that it rarely gets cold where we are, so I don’t think I’ll be needing my jeans much more. While I picked out some clothes that I thought were nice, Zayn stood back and watched me. He received a few stares (I mean who wouldn’t stare at him), and I started to feel a little jealous. He’s mine, and nobody elses. Niall doesn’t share things. Wait. Niall? Why the hell would I say that? My name is James… Isn’t it?

I tried on at least three pairs of clothes and Zayn bought them all. When I asked how much they were, he wouldn’t tell me. He did however, let me buy my own snap back. I’m pretty sure that it was Zayn’s money that I used though. As we walked to the car, I noticed that Zayn began to  become more and more anxious. I frowned. Maybe he isn’t used to where we live yet, or maybe he left the door open? As I grabbed his hand to ask him why, he must’ve jump at least an inch in the air.

“Zayn? Baby what’s wrong?” He looked at me and his eyebrows rose when I used the term baby. I flushed red and let go of his hand.

“I, err… I just really need a smoke is all.”  Huh, a smoker. Never would’ve picked it. He smiled tightly at me and continued to walk down the street. My god it is hot, I really need to get out of these jeans. I’m sure a sweat patch is starting to show on very visible places.

“Zayyyyn.” He stopped and turned to see what I was whining about. “I don’t feel very well. Will you give me a piggy back ride?” I pouted my lips like a little kid. “Plllleeaasee?” His eyes narrowed and for I second I thought I saw anger flash in them. I blinked, and it was gone.

“Sure babe, whatever you want.” There was something hidden underneath that sweet tone, I just can’t put my finger on it.

He heaved me up on his back, and carried on walking. “So, Ni, I was thinking…”