The Lucky One

Chapter Ten

"Where are we going?" I asked Zayn. He just slightly smiled and stuck his hands in his pocket. "I'll tell you when we get near there."

It was nice to spend time with another member besides just one. I never was able to spend quality time with Zayn.

It was quiet for a while and we listened to our footsteps and cold breaths. The wind was a bit chilly, blowing on our faces.

"It's kind of cold, don't ya think?" he asked me. I crossed my arms as we walked and stared at my red Toms. "Yeah, it's really cold tonight."

A leather jacket was wrapped around my shoulder. I looked up at Zayn, who now had a black tee that fit him just right. His perfectly toned body made it hard not to try and peek at. He was smiling at me again. I smiled back, holding the jacket closer to me.

We arrived at an empty park and the street lights were still lighting up the place.

"So," I cleared my throat, "wanna tell me why I'm here?" He just looked at me and walked to the swingsets, sitting down in one of the swings. He held the one beside him, so I walked over and sat in it.

"Actually, Louis told me to take you somewhere. Anywhere. I didn't really have anything to do so.. Why not?" He smiled yet again and began swinging. "And hey, we haven't really talked. This is a chance for us to get to know each other." I chuckled and slipped my arms through the sleeves of his jacket. I grabbed the metal swing and started swinging. "What is it he needs me out for?"

"Well see, I can't really tell you." he laughed a little under his breath.

"Dude, come on. It wouldn't hurt for me to know."

"What if it does? What if whatever you really want me to tell you will scar you for life?"

He was beginning to scare me. "Well... It could be worth it."

"What if.. it's not? What if it ends up changing your whole you?"

"Zayn, what are you talking about?" I stopped swinging for a while.

Zayn began laughing. "Okay, I'm sorry. I was just messing with you." We laughed together. "It's just something Louis told me not to tell you. He's evil."

I thought in my head the many possible things it could be about. I had the biggest feeling it was about Harry, but I didn't want to mention anything about it.

"Let's talk about something else." He said. The swings were creaking and my feet played with the dirt.

"How do you like it here?"

"I love it! I've actually always dreamed about living in London. This.. Is amazing."

He chuckled, "Yeh. I've lived here for so long, and I still think it's amazing." He fiddled with his fingers. "You know, there's a coffee shop not too far from here. I love getting coffee in the mornings there. It brightens up my morning." He smiled widely.

When he said it, it reminded me of how I used to get coffee in the mornings with Austin.

He would come to my house and pick me up. We would talk about the most weirdest things and reminisce about school and we would make fun of all those preps. Sometimes he would talk about the way I dress and I would argue back telling him how he should think about himself, but we would end up laughing about it.

"Do you.. like coffee?" Zayn looked at me. I dozed of again and laughed, "Yeah. I love it."

"Hey, are you really Harry's... What was it again? Aunt's friend's daughter?"

I didn't want to lie, so I told him the truth. "No. I'm not. I guess he thought if he didn't come up with something, you guys wouldn't have let me in."