They Don't Know About Us~ Ziall

Camping (5)

NIALL'S POV

Zayn ended up sleeping over the night. Which is good because we got to know more about each other. I loved how he smirked every time I complemented him.

"So, you coming camping today?" I ask.

"Yea I just need to get some more stuff like clothes, a tent and sleeping bag." He replies.

"Actually, we have to leave nowish. Why don't you just get mum to pack you some clothes and we can pick them up on the way?" I say.

"And what about the tent and sleeping bag?" He asks.

"It's all good, we don't need 2 tents. And well I'm taking a blow up mattress and blankets. Why don't you just sleep on that with me?" I said.

He smiled and nods while grabbing out his phone to text his mum.

"Hey mum." He said out his morning voice which sounded so sexy.

"Umm, can you pack me some clothes? I'm going camping over the long weekend." He says.

"Yea ok we will pick them up on our way." He says before hanging up.

He smiled and I nodded.

He walked up to me and kissed me. I was surprised cause I'm usually the one to set the mood.

"So you ready?" I ask after he pulled away.

"Yupp.' He said leaning over to check himself out in the reflection.

I chuckled. He winked and we started to walk downstairs.

"Mum, where leaving!" I said

"Ok, don't get into to much trouble yea?" She asked smiling.

"We won't." Rolling my eyes.

Zayn chuckled and we started to walk to the already packed car.

"Alright. Which way to you house?" I ask Zayn.

As he gave the directions I noticed a tattoo. A microphone. He must of left his jacket on the floor cause I have never seen his arms before.

"Zayn?" I asked after a minute silence.

"Do you have any hidden talents?" I ask him.

He fidgeted in his seat.

"N....no." He replies.

I could tell he was lying.

"Why are you lying Zayn?" I ask him.

"How did you know I was lying." He asked me.

"I guess that's my hidden talent." I say covering up.

"I..I like music." He said.

"Everybody likes music." I said.

"I mean... I like music more then most people. I respect it." He says.

"Almost as much as I do?" I say.

He just smiled. The car stopped. Zayn got out to greet his mother and grab the bag that was in her hands. His mother kissed him on the cheek. He looked over at the car.

"See ya mum." He called out to her.

"By honey." She says smiling.

"Aww, honey, got a wittle wipstick of your cheek!' I teased.

He gave a short glare then a smile.

"So where are we going?" Zayn asked.

"To a magical place where unicorns fly over the rainbow to help little leprechauns like myself to get the pot of gold." I said.