All Over Coffee

Chapter 5: The Ferris Wheel

"Hello?" I looked up.

"Oh my God." I whispered.

 I just stood there in shock as I looked at the person.  

"Oh you must be Sophia." Harry spoke with his usual flirty smile.

 I couldn't concentrate that much of his face. I was somewhat locked on his shirtless body. He wasn't built, but you still swoon over it. I practically mentally slapped myself, as I looked at him. 

"Um yea, call me Gracie though." I spoke holding out my hand.

 I knew he noticed that I was gawking at his shirtless body, so of course he went with it. "Call me Harry." He spoke pulling me a little closer as he shook my hand. He winked playfully.

 I didn't know what to do.

"Harry put a shirt on!" I heard his deep voice exclaim.

 I kind of sighed in relief as he pushed past Harry. Zayn came to my view he seemed all casual.

"Ready?" He asked with a smile.

 I just smiled back and headed to the car.

                It wasn't awkward as we headed to where ever we were going. We laughed and joked around. He seemed okay with the idea of "friends." I felt a little better about this, but what scared me was the flashing lights that I saw as we pulled up to what seemed like a shopping mall. I felt Zayn's hand gently wrap around mine. I was shocked more than anything.

"You will be fine. Just stay with me." He said as the door opened.

I hadn't even realized we had stopped.

                I squeezed onto his hand as the flashes partially blinded me. We both got out and that's when the chaos began. I guess Zayn could sense that I was uneasy, he stopped and snaked his hand around my waist and guided me to the entrance. The bodyguards helped a little, but they could barely hold back the paparazzi.

"Come on." He whispered picking up the speed. We practically ran through the entrance.

                I was breathing heavy and my heart was racing. I just sighed and let my head hang a little. I didn't realize that was leaning my head on his shoulder. It felt nice though. I heard him clear his throat. I jumped a little and let go of his hand. I felt his other hand return to his side.

"Let's get shopping." I spoke as I began my journey.

"Okay, so from what I see you like jeans." I heard Zayn say as he peeked at me through the racks of clothes.

I nodded and looked through the clothes.

 "Why not a dress?" He asked.

 I looked at him through the little crack. "Because I feel uncomfortable in them." I stated closing the hole.

 He stood up and looked at me. "I think you would look good in a dress." He spoke.

"Thanks but no thanks." I said looking at the rack of cute shirts.

"If you try on this dress, I'll... hmmm." He spoke.

 I turned around to see him holding up a white lace dress. I crossed my arms, "What will you do?" I asked.

"I'll take you anywhere in London." He spoke.

That sparked my interest. I was still new to London. Shoot, I was still new to England!

 "What's the catch?" I asked.

"What? There is no catch." He said with a smile.

"There is always a catch." I eyed him as I looked at the dress.