I Hate This Part(Zayn Malik)

Chapter 8-Zayn

I watch as Monica exits her house in this amazing sundress. It is absolutely beautiful. She is wearing a white tank top under the dress which shows off her cleavage quite nicely. The sundress is a v-neck orange and white plaid dress the tightens under her breasts then flows out but not much. It ends about two inches above her knee. She is wearing white wedges and the wedge is tan. her hair is curled with half of it being pinned back.

Can I just say that I am glad to be around her again?

I open the door for her and she smiles very politely at me. she looks so happy. I hope she likes what I have planned for us. it took a lot of time to think of it. I walk around to my side of the car and get in.

“This car is different than the last one,” she tells me as I start the ignition.

“Do you forget love? They’re rent-a-cars,” I tell her and she nods in understanding mouthing an O. I chuckle at her as I drive away.

“Is my outfit too fancy or underdressed?” she asks me.

“It’s perfect,” I tell her. she sighs in relief.

“Thank Jesus. It took me forever to find this outfit. You gave me no heads up on whether to be fancy or not. I asked Alex and Alyssa for help. They decided on this and we thought it was too nonfancy. So Alyssa curled my hair for me and we decided that I looked fancier plus the heels helped,” she rambles to me. I look at her and smile.

“Like I said love, it’s perfect,” I say taking her hand in mine which causes her to blush. I love how I can make her blush.

“Thanks,” she replies.

“Welcome,” I reply back not taking my eyes off of the road. We make conversation easily, the whole time I never let go of her hand. She is tensed at this but doesn’t pull away. this thought makes me happy because I can tell that she isn’t one for physical contact. The drive is a good twenty minutes but neither of us mind because it means more time that we can spend together. I park in this parking lot that is pretty secluded because it is a Monday. Monica looks confused for a bit but then shrugs it off.

“We’re here,” I say.

“I noticed,” she says matter-of-factly. I chuckle and get out of the car. I start walking around to her side but she is already out. I shake my head jokingly in disapproval at her. she looks a tad guilty so I take her hand and walk her to the trunk. I open it and I grab the blue quilt and the picnic basket. I throw the blanket over my shoulder and put the basket on my wrist. I then close the trunk and lock the car. Then I allow the basket to slide down to my fingers.

Monica is the type of lass who I can tell cant be bought. She has grown up in a poor home obviously so she has learned to take nothing for granted. I could probably buy her a million dollar bracelet and she’d treat it as any other bracelet that she owned. I like that about her. that is why I decided that going on a picnic and a stroll through the park would be the perfect date for us. this way she knows that I am not trying to buy her liking. This is me proving that I really do like her.

I have shades on my face just in case the paps show up or fans recognize us. I am also wearing a beanie and wearing my hair down instead of it’s usual quiff. Plus I put on a fake snake bite to make my bad boy image more realistic with the beanie on. Im trying to be a bit more myself though so I have a blue plaid button up shirt on with a gray t-shirt on underneath. I’m wearing black skinny jeans and some converse. Normal attire around this state.

Monica and I walk along the sidewalk for a bit til I see an opening in the trees where we will be away from everyone but still in the open. No body would know that it’s me unless they actually walked up to us in which we would notice so I would have time to disguise myself. I begin to walk her over to the spot and I lay the blanket out. I put the basket on the blanket and we sit down.