Unknown Desire || Zayn Malik FanFic

Chapter Twelve

Hey guys. Here is Chapter 12. I hope you like it.

Chapter Twelve:

**Zayn's POV**

I was in total shock. My father just left for Ireland. The only note I had from him was the little information on a sticky note with Sicily’s phone number and flat location. He left me the not so subtle hint that he wanted me to try and win her over. When suddenly my phone lit up with the name Sicily on it, I couldn't help but smile, but that small smile quickly vanished when I read the message she sent me. "Well aren't you nice." I said to myself, “well thank you I've been told." a voice wondered through the room. I raised my eye brows and slowly turned around to notice the mystery voice. “Next time you should really lock your door." He said laughing looking a little too pleased with himself. "Well Luke, I’m guessing your mother never taught you to knock before entering someone’s home…" I snapped back, “I guess not mate, so what's going on? Let me guess. You weren’t saying I was the nice one right?”

"Sorry mate. It's Sicily. She kind of told me off.' I said while the red flooded my face in embarrassment.

"Wow, a girl told Zayn Malik off? This should be all over the news." 

"Shut up." I hissed.

“What’s wrong with you today? It’s like you can’t take a joke anymore dude."

"It's nothing, but it's just this girl." I said falling backwards onto the couch.

"That girl got you good huh?" 

"Yes." I muttered covering my face with a pillow, “help me god."

"Why is that bad?" He questioned.

When I heard those words I sprung up, "why is it that bad? Luke she's stunning. She's different. And by different I don't mean the way she talks, but who she is, there's something about her that doesn't let me forget. No matter what I do. I seem to see her everywhere." 

I looked up to see Luke's confused face and let a little sigh out and started thinking how to explain in a way that will get through his thick skull.

"She’s the type of girl; that every guy would kill to steal her away from you."

"So I can-”

"I'm not giving you any ideas Luke." I hissed, cutting him off.

"Fine, so when do I meet this so called Sicily?" he said putting air quotations around Sicily.

"I don't know, I'm supposed to go see her while our parents are gone, but since I last texted her she told me that she doesn't want me near her and that she doesn't need to be watched over by someone like me." 

“So I’m guessing never?"

“Like, can you please stop being such an idiot? Of course I am."

"But how? She practically kicked you out; if a girl said no to me like that I would be scared as hell that the next time I go anywhere near her she would kill me!"  

"Whatever, I'll figure out something."  

The things that he said didn't matter to me really, we ignored the subject and decided to play Battlefield and order to-go Chinese food. It was around midnight when I kicked Luke out. I basically had to drag him out by his hair. I could see the anger building up in his face. “Good luck with your lovely little American!” he said with a smirk on his face, dusting off his pants.   

I stood there laughing at and thought of her being an American. The fact that she was American wasn’t the problem but I just never thought that someone like her would show up on my door step like that. I could only imagine the type of life she must have had, I wonder if she was a party type of girl or quite and conservative. The only way to find out was to actually be around her. I strolled off to my bedroom where I took off the fabric that was over my torso and laid on my bed, “I really hope I don't mess up."