DRUMMING LOVE (Zayn Malik's Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

[ Vanessa POV ]

I am just packing all of my stuffs and getting ready to be back to uni's life, it's suck, I know. But no matter how tough my day because of many assignments, I do love living this life. The one and only thing that I don't like about being in university or school is the damn assignments. I have tons of assignment to do, but I have short period of time to do that. I thought that's actually one of many students' problems about being in school.

From : Z

I'm at your door ;) x

I check all of my stuffs, make sure nothing's left. I jog to the downstairs and greet my grandparents, they have their free time and now they're just chilling, watching TV with a cup of tea. I've been telling them that I'm leaving today and they no need to drive me there. Usually, Ed is the one who pick and drive me to Oxford, but today, I got an offer from Zayn to drive me to Oxford and I can’t even say no.

“who you would go with?” my grandad questioned

“a friend” I answered. He just frowns and gives me that be-careful-of-new-people look.

“be careful of new people you’ve just met. Remember, it’s London, baby” I chuckle of his comment. My grandad is always become one of the most protective person ever. My dad, my mum, Ashley and even Jane are really protective over me. They treat me like I am a baby.

“I am 18, I can take care myself. You don’t need to worry of me” I kiss him and hug him before get out of the house. “Alright, I should get going now, my friend is waiting for me already. I’ll see you soon”

“take care, sweetcheek” my nan kisses me and releases me from her bear hug.

I open the door and see Zayn is standing in front of the door, giving me a warm-hearted smile. I never see him, just yet, in this kind of outfit. He uses a varsity jacket, jeans, supras and a snapback on his head. He looks so, kind of a bad boy in the school but still looks hot though.

“Sorry for making you wait this long” I say with smile.

“No problem. Should we go now?” he asks, never breaks our eyes contact and his gorgeous smile.

“let’s go!” we walk to the car and he open the door’s car for me. Such a gentleman. Since Zayn can’t drive, we sat in the passengers seat with a driver in the the driver seat. We remain quiet during the journey to Oxford. Zayn and I, either the driver speak no words. The sound is only came up from the radio, the radio plays most of the song from Paramore’s new album which I love. I tap my fingers above my thigh along the song.

“you enjoy the song, uh?” Zayn breaks the silent.

“yeah. One of my favorite band”

“cool! What’s your favourite bands, then?”

“I have lots! Simple Plan, Maroon 5, Paramore and many more!” I answer with my excitement. I just love being in the music conversation, it’s so much fun. “and what’s yours?”

“I don’t have many. Most of my favourite musicians ain’t in the band” I have a feeling that we have different taste on music.

“and who they are?”

“I love Michael Jackson, Bruno Mars, Drake, Jay Sean and many more” he said with his excitement like I was before.

“Dude! I love them, too! They’re soooo sick!” I was wrong. We have same taste of music, just not that much. Well, actually, I listen many songs from many musicians. Though I have my favorite, I never restrict myself to listen to another musicians. This world has many great musicians who created beautiful music.