Chapter 2
PILLOWTALK Acoustic (Living room session) - ZAYN
"So we'll piss off the neighbours, in the place that feels the tears, the place to lose your tears yeah, reckless behaviour a place that is so pure, so dirty and raw. In the bed all day, bed all day fucking you fighting on, it's our paradise and it's our war zone."
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S A M A N T H A
He nods briefly and we continue walking in silence. "Where are you from?" I ask, though I know the answer is pretty obvious he is British. He looks forward, biting the inside of his cheeks in contemplation.
"I'm from England." He answers curtly. I sigh at his short response in disappointment. Hell, I gave him a full college level analysis of where I was from and all I get is 'I'm from England' yeah no shit.
"I'm from Manchester, England. I was born in Chelsea but got out of there as soon my dad got a new job in Westminster, London." He corrects himself and I smile almost instantly. He isn't that bad.
I nod and we continue to walk. "How is England? I've never been..." I ponder and he smiles, his dimple popping out beautifully. He doesn't smile much, he should.
We reach a small fraternity house that I've never seen in my life. Harry smiles at the house before looking towards me, "Yeah um," He fidgets, "England's alright I guess." He shrugs cutely then adds, "Weather's shit though." He takes out another cigarette and carefully takes out his lighter.
Why doesn't he ever ask me if I would like one? I find it quite rude really. I make the stupid decision to say something about it. "Can I have one?" I ask, my voice more timid then I had hoped for it to come out. He looks at me surprised but takes the whole pack out and hands one to me.
Not knowing what to do with it, I hold it between my index finger and my thumb, it looks uncomfortable and not cool like when he holds it. He chuckles and I cover my blushed face with hands. Against my palms I roll my eyes at how embarrassing I truly am.
"I'm so sorry!" I wail apologising and he continues to laugh at my utter stupidity. "I have never held a cigarette in my life." I tell him laughing along. When the laughter dies, he smiles at me sweetly, ignoring my stupidity and removes the hands from my face taking the cigarette out of my hand.
"I never offered you one because I knew you didn't smoke." He notes, putting my cigarette and his away. "You're too pretty to." He says under his breath looking away and I pretend as if I never heard him.
Holy fuck he thinks I'm pretty.
Brushing off the unusual feeling in my stomach we begin to walk. He clears his throat and speaks again, "What do you study?" he asks furrowing his eyebrows. My eyes light up at the mention of academics, I don't know I just love talking about what I do. "I dance." I say pursing my lips and his eyes widen.
"You...dance?" He gapes looking extremely surprised. I suddenly understand what he is implying and take a hold of his arm gently, he stiffens under my touch but I ignore the fire building in the pit of my stomach. I probably should have had dinner.
"No no no... I study dance and the arts, I'm majoring in it." I say clearing up the slight misunderstanding. He thought I was a stripper? Do I look like one?
He sighs... in relief? I think. Nodding he opens his mouth wanting to say something but he closes it immediately. After a few seconds of pleasant silence I begin to ask, "What do you do?" I'm genuinely interested in what Harry does. Surely something cool.
