HER Tearful Heart - Zauren

28 - Slowly...

Meet and greet is over, but we still have exactly two hours and twenty three minutes of spare time.
In my head I'd 'enjoy' this time by reading a book, cause I'm not really in the mood to play games, or actually to be in a loud place. And you all now how loud these girls can be.
Don't worry, I still love them. But also, just because I love books and it's a way for me to keep educated while on tour. Reading books is probably one of my favorite things to do, especially while on your, cause it's a peaceful time, a time where I can be and live in the character's lives and in a way experience what they're going through. I can analyse people's life's better that way, because it's a new perspective that most likely I hadn't been trough or seen anybody go through it, you know. It's just cool, it brings me peace and knowledge.

Well, but my plans were crashed when Zayn came to me after m&g.

"Hey lovely." He said making me smile halfheartedly.
I walked towards him and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Hey. What's up?" I asked when we pulled a part.

"Nothing, was just wondering if you'd like to come and grab a bite with me..." He wondered with a blunt expression on his face.

"I don't know. We probably shouldn't be sneaking out Z." I remark, but he's quick to tell me otherwise.

"No problem with that, I've already talked to Paul and Big Rob. They're both ok with that. Will you come?" He asks once more.

"Yeah." I reply hesitantly.

"Yeah as in yeah. Or yeah like, yeah... It's ok if you don't want to come. I'll understand. I mean, I understand." I sigh at his adorable rant. How can I say no to him?

"No. It's a yeah! Kind of yeah babe." I say, emphasizing the first yeah, to make it more expressive and to make sure he knew I wanted to come.

"Ok."

"Ok."

He took my hand in his and we walked towards the door of the arena, hand in hand.

When he got to a coffee shop near by, we sat on a table by the window, so we could warm up with the sunlight reflected through it.

"So, how's life?" He asked amusement plastered on his face.

"Oh, life is quite good, a little bit of trouble here and there. But all good! How about yours, you polite gentleman?" I ask, trying to do an English impression, but totally failed by the look of Zayn's expression.

"Ah! That was amazing!" He laughed.

"Yeah right, amazingly terrible! God, I really need to practice my British accent." I mumbled, laughing along with my boyfriend.

"You do!" I frown, throwing my tongue at him. "Just kidding babe. It's the thought that counts, isn't that what they say!?" He said taking his hands up in surrender, his tongue in between his teeth and his eyes wrinkled, as he kept on teasing me. He looks so cute.

"But on a real note, I want you to teach me Urdu!" He furrowed his eyebrows impressed with my statement.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I got really bummed the other day when you said 'I love you' in Spanish and I couldn't say it in Urdu." I pout.

"Oh, that was nothing. I am learning Spanish, but I'm still at a slow pace. Camila was actually the one teaching me..." He said. I was confused because Camila hadn't told me that. I guess she doesn't tell me a lot of stuff now.

"With Camila? She didn't tell me..." I murmured.

"Oh. I thought she had... But yeah, now I'm really excited with the idea of you learning Urdu!" He replied. I wasn't sure if to distract me from the Camila matter or really just because he was excited. Anyways.