I stood behind Valerie in the doorway.
"Please tell me you're not going out with him." She put her hands together almost like she was praying.
I have her an apologetic look. And walked past her. I really didn't want any drama in front of him.
"We'll talk when I get back." I said and walked off with Zayn.
We got into his car, and there was an awkward silence. I couldn't take it.
"You have a lovely car." Where the hell did that come from Ri?
"I know." He was blunt with it.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"To eat." He wasn't a man of many words. Obviously.
I was thankful when I say us pulling up to the car park. The great load of awkwardness has been lifted off my chest.
We started walking towards a fancy Italian place. Christ. It looked like their Prime Minister would eat here.
"Table for two." His demanding manner, frightened the waiter.
We went to the table and he sat straight down. I coughed lightly as a signal he should pull out my chair for me.
"What." Wow! He wasn't a gentleman at all. Well what did expect? He's covered in tattoos and frightens the shit out of everyone around him.
"You can pull your chair out yourself. You are not disabled." I glared at him. That comment was uncalled for. What was his problem?
I tried to be as positive as possible.
"What are you ordering?"
"Steak. You?"
"Chicken Caesar Salad." He smiled. Maybe to laugh at me but no noise came from his mouth.
"Why so little? You watching your weight?" Was that sarcasm or is he just an ass?
I rolled my eyes.
"So," he broke the silence as we waited to be served.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen"
"Who was that girl in your room?"
"Valerie. My roommate."
"Got siblings?"
"Yeah. Two brothers and a sister, you?"
"Yeah. Just sisters though."
As soon as our food arrived and it went back silent. He devoured that steak. The salad was surprisingly filling.
"Bill now." The waiter walked briskly over and gave the receipt with the amount on.
Zayn took out one of his many credit cards and paid. He then escorted me out the restaurant. I sent the waiter an 'I'm sorry' and 'thank you' smile as I left.
We were driving back, for what seemed like hours.
"Turn left here." I said. He continued to drive straight past the direction I had said.
"Excuse me? You missed my turn." I tried to sound forceful.
"Where are you taking me?" He just smirked and kept driving.
