(A/N: If you listen to the song on the side while you read it, you might die of feels<3 )
-Ariana-
I woke up, showered, and got myself ready for Zayn to pick me up. I couldn’t believe that I was actually about to skip.
I pulled my hair into a messy bun and waiting in the living room for him to get here.
I really couldn’t wait for him to get here, I was ready to see him. It was something about Zayn that makes me wonder all the time. I loved that feeling.
But I could tell he wouldn’t be like most boyfriends from the movies. Being really sweet and romantic. He was as tough as a brick. And I didn’t know if that as a good thing or not.
Zayn: I’m out front. Xx
Ariana: Okay.
I smiled and grabbed my bag. He was leaning against the passenger door with his arms crossed, taking a drag from a cigarette.
“Hi.” I smiled and stood in front of him.
He smiled and held his arms out for me to come into. I walked into him slowly and inhaled his familiar cologne and smoke.
“Sleep well?” He asked, pulling away so that I could get into his car, I nodded and pulled the seatbelt across me.
“I’m shocked you’re actually skipping school.” He smirked and pulled out of my driveway
I rolled my eyes and rested my head on the glass.
“The less you doubt me, the more you find out about me.” I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips.
He looked over to me with a smile and back at the road.
“Maybe I won’t as much.” He smiled.
I grinned to myself and closed my eyes, as he drove half of the way in silence.
I could tell at just about every stop sign he would look my way. I felt my ponytail move towards my face and onto my nose.
“Fuck you, Zayn.” I mumbled with a smile and pushed his hand away from my hair.
“I could.” He said with an obvious smirk.
I playfully hit his arm and opened my eyes.
“Tell me about Ed. Is he just like you?” I asked.
His brow furrowed a bit, “What do you mean, like me?”
“Outspoken, a bit of a wild card?” I giggled.
He smirked to himself and shook his head.
“Outspoken? Yeah, wild card? No. Ed’s a great guy. Really talented, deep guy.” He said and turned into a complex of houses.
They were really cute and comfy looking ones, we pulled into the driveway of one that I’m guessing is Ed’s.
He parked the car as we got out. He stayed close to me; hovering was more of the word for it.
We reached the door and heard a light strumming of the guitar. Zayn knocked and it instantly stopped.
“Should I be worried?” I asked and looked up towards him.
He smiled and shook his head. “Of Ed? Not at all.”
The door opened and a guy with ginger hair and a tattooed left arm was standing in front of me.
“Hey, lad.” Zayn smiled and shook his hand.
“Hey, who’s this? Your bird?” He smiled at me.
