Starbucks Girl.

Chapter 3.

"Daddy!! I'm gonna be late for soccer!!" I screamed up the stairs.

"I'm coming." He yelled back.

He ran down the stairs quickly. I walked towards the door. Victoria was standing in the doorway, waiting for us. I quickly kissed her cheek, and ran to the Hummer. When I got there, I opened the door, and put my soccer bag down. I sat in the seat, and buckled myself up. Daddy soon got in the car, and we started off.

"Hey, bud!" Nick yelled as I walked towards them.

"Hey guys!" I smiled.

I gave Nick and Devon quick hugs, then put my bag down on the bench.

"So, how's this new boy toy of your's doing?" Nick asked, with an eyebrow raised.

I rolled my eyes, and blew my bangs out of my eyes. "He's not a boy toy. And, he's doing great. He's recording right now."

I smiled as I thought of Zayn.

"How long have you guys been dating?" Devon asked.

"A month." -Yes, it has been a month!-

He smiled. "As long as your happy, we're happy!"

"Well, let's get playing!"

I was still at the feild. Everyone was gone, and I was playing with the soccer ball. I texted Zayn and asked him to pick me up later, because I needed some 'me' time. I was excited for tonight. It was the first night, that I would stay over at his flat. I was beyond excited, but I was also terrified. What is I embaress myself? I shook my head. I walked down the feild, while dribbling the ball with my feet. I started running down the feild, with the ball. Once I got close to the net, I shot. The ball flew quickly in the air, and finally hit the net. I looked up at the sky. It was almost dark. I was getting cold -I was still in my soccer jersey and shorts,- I shivered.

I ran towards the ball, and picked it up. I put it on the ground by my feet, and booted it towards my bag. I ran to my bag, and sat on the grass.

I opened my bag, and got out my grey sweat shit, and threw it over my head. I bent down, and stuffed my ball in the bag. I grabbed my phone out of it, and zipped it up. I threw it over my shoulder, and stood up.

I walked towards a bench near the parking lot, and sat on it. I got my phone out of my pocket, and unlocked it. I went to messages, and began typing a text to Zayn.

Hey babe, you coming soon? It's freezing out :/ -Chloeeeeee<3

Hey boo. Sorry, I'm just leaving my flat. Harry was playing tag with Niall, and broke my picture frame of us :( I'll be there soon! I'll make you warm ;) -ZayniePoo.

I rolled my eyes, and waited.

"Hey boo! Sorry I took so long." Zayn said after I hopped in his range rover.

"It's okay." I buckled myself in.

"I still feel bad. If you get sick tomorrow, I'll feel terrible." He pouted.

I smiled, leaned over the arm rest, and pecked his cheek. I giggled when he blushed.

"When can I meet the other boys?" I asked him.

He sighed, and gripped the steering wheel tighter. "I don't know boo."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "You alright, Z?" I asked.

He nodded, but kept his eyes on the road. "Harry told me to tell you that he missed you."

I titled my head. "I m-miss him too..." I said trailing off.

Why was he acting weird? Was it something I said? Oh no! What if he breaks up with me. I bit my lip, and look down in nervousness. I sighed, and played with my long slender fingers. I could see from the corner of my eye, that Zayn was staring at me. I looked up, and clicked the button that turned on the radio. I played with a few stations, 'till I found a song I knew. I could see Zayn smirking, when he heard what song it was.

"This is the best song ever!" He cheered.

I smiled. "Do you know it?" I asked.

He nodded, and bit his lip. "Let's talk about Sex baby, let's talk about you and me, let's talk about all the good things, and all the bad things that may be, let's talk about Sex!" I belted out.

We bursted out laughing. I wiped a tear from my eye, and chuckled. "You really are a keeper, babe."

I nodded, and giggled. "I really am."

"Your flat is nice." I said to Zayn, after he let me in his flat.

"Thanks. It's not much but.. it's not much."

"Are you kidding?! You live in a pent house, for fucks sakes!"

He laughed. "You can put your bag down here." He said, pointing to a chair.

I nodded, and set it down. I looked over to the couch, and saw a mob of curly hair. I screamed, and ran towards my curly haired best friend. I jumped on him. He didn't move at first, then he groaned, and stirred.

"Chloe, get off of me." He said, with his deep and raspy morning voice.

"How'd you know it was me?" I said, shifting my bum around a little, so I could get comfortable.

"You comfy?" He muttered.

"Very much."

He started getting up, and he threw me on the floor. I pouted, and crossed my arms over my chest. Zayn chuckled, and sat next to me on the floor.

"Aw, did he hurt you babe?"

I nodded, put kept my lips in a pout. He 'awwed' then pulled me in his lap. He pulled my head down into his neck, and rocked us back and forth.

"Harry, I can't beleive you hurt my baby." Zayn said, faking angry.

"She deserved it." Harry mumbled.

Zayn gasped. I rolled my eyes, even though no one could see me. I yawned, and closed my eyes. I nuzzled my face into Zayn's neck more. I felt him rubbing my back.

"He didn't really hurt you did he?" Zayn whispered in my head.

I shook my head. "Are you tired aleady?"

"No, I am just really comfortable." I chuckled.

He laughed, and pushed me off his lap lightly. I stood up, and picked up my poor phone that fell out of my pocket.

"Chlo?"I heard Harry whine.

"No! Friends off." I giggled as he pouted and hid his face.

"Zaynie, your girlfriend is a dick."

I rolled my eyes as I heard a knock on the door.

Zayn swore under his breath, and walked to the door.