After I Met Him

Chapter 15

Okay wow thirty reads that's nothing to you guys but means a lot to me! That's why I'll try to make this chapter better than the last crappy chapter! You guys deserve the best! -Sarina❤

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I woke up to Zayn's slow peaceful heartbeat. I got out of his grip and headed into the bathroom to change. I put on a flowy white shirt, and black skinny jeans. I wore my black leather jacket that reached didn't quite reach my belly button. I applied a bit of make up, some red lipstick, and curled my hair. When I was out of the bathroom Zayn was still asleep. I realized how my dad was getting out of the hospital today, so I also had to go see him. I left a note on the kitchen counter telling Zayn where I would be, then got my car keys and headed out.

Once I got to my house I quickly parked my car in front of my yard, and got out of the car. I knocked on the door a few times before my dad opened the door. He was in clutches. "Where have you been?!" He yelled, not even bothering to greet me. "That's why I'm here. I don't want to be here anymore, in a house full of lies." I explained, with hurt in my eyes. "What the hell are you talking about? Are you moving in with your whore ass mom?!" He yelled once again. "Stop! I'm staying with Zayn until I figure this out." I yelled back. "Figure what out?!" He screamed in my face with only anger in his voice. "I KNOW THE TRUTH DAD!" I screamed, starting to cry once again. He froze in place for a moment, staring at me in awe. "Who told you?" He asked. "No one, ..I figured it all out when I was taken." I quietly mumbled, remembering the fact he didn't give a single crap about how I got kidnapped. "You're not thinking about telling the police...? Right?" He asked, his hands starting to shake. "I don't know. That's why I'm leaving, I don't know if ill be back." I quietly said, wiping away tears. "No you're not. Get back inside!" He screamed. "Im nineteen dad! You can't control me anymore!" I spat back, slamming the door shut as I ran to my car.

Once back at Zayn's house I unlocked the door, Zayn was awake on the couch watching TV. "Where were you?" He asked, he seemed a bit worried. "I talked to my dad." He looked at me with sorrow and sympathy in his sparkling dark brown eyes. "Im taking you out to dinner tonight." He replied, walking into the bedroom. I followed him, laying my purse on his bed. "Zayn I'm not in the mood." I whined, taking a seat on the bed. "We're going to dinner because I got a promotion. Say hello to the new professionals boxing trainer!" Zayn exclaimed. "Really? Don't you think that's a bit dangerous?" I asked, a bit worried. "Don't worry babe, I got all the protection I need right here." He winked, flexing his muscles. I giggled at his actions and agreed to go to dinner.

I wore a white lace dress that reached my mid thighs, a black leather coat that reached my waist and my white pumps. I curled my hair and put it in a high pony tail, and added a black leather how to the hair tie. I got my golden clutch and went back into the living room to see Zayn dress nicely yet casual in his black nikes, black skinny jeans, and a nice white V-neck. He had his hair in his usual quiff. "You ready?" He asked, checking out my outfit. "Yeah, let's go." I replied. Once we got in the car he glanced at me before starting the engine. "You look amazing." He finally said. I gave him a kiss on the cheek as he started driving. "This isn't like a date, right?" I asked, reassuring myself. "It is if you want it to be." He said with a smirk, giving me a flirtatious wink. "Just friends." I reminded him, as he let out a sigh.

Zayn took me to a fancy restaurant near the bay. The waiter was checking Zayn out and flirting with him the entire time we tried to order. "How can you not notice that?" I asked Zayn after the waiter finally left. "I notice it, why does it bother you?" Zayn asked, a bit amused. "..no." I said, crossing my arms across my chest. Once OIR food came we ate silently, but it was a peaceful one, not awkward. When it was time to leave Zayn held on to my waist, leading me near the bay for a walk. "So how did you like the dinner." A voice behind us spoke, we turned to see the same blonde waiter. "Great, I loved the salad." Zayn smiled in return, noticing my jealousy. "Can I join your little walk?" She asked, twirling her hair in her fingertips. "Actually we had-" Zayn cut me off before I could finish. "That sounds great!" He said, as I stared at him in awe.