The Phone call - Zayn Malik

Chapter 21

Zelmirah

The cab ride to whatever place he was taking me was silent as we didn't want to alert the driver about Zayn and I was suddenly feeling very shy. With all my confidence out of the window, the events of the night were slowly sinking in and the fan girl in me was having a hard time keeping quiet .

As the driver drops off us at the location, I look up to see a closed shop with the sign reading Windie & Moodie.

" It's closed ? " I say looking at Zayn questioningly.

" It is but not for us. "

I nod slowly and look surprised as he takes out a key from his back pocket and opens the door.

" What - "

" The owner is an old friend of mine. He gave me the keys a few years back. I come here sometimes if I want to do something crazy with my hair and no one would let me do that. "

He says, a huge smile on his face as he talks and all I can do is stare at him.

He grabs my hand and leads me to one of the chairs .

" So what color would you like me to do to your hair my lady ? "

He says and bows a little, while I blush until my eyes widen as the sentence finally registers in my head.

" Wait, you are doing my hair ? "

He feigns a hurt expression and places a hand on his heart.

" You don't trust me, Zelmirah ? " He says, pouting a little and even if I had wanted to say no, seeing the cute face he was making wouldn't have let me.

" Ash grey hair with the ends dip - dyed purple . What do you think ? "

I ask smiling at him and he returns it with a grin of his own. Although I wasn't really sure about this , I guess I trusted Zayn and a new look would be nice.

" I think it will look great. "

With that said, Zayn looks like he has transformed into a hair dresser. He was in his own element and looked like he knew what he was doing, which honestly was a relief for me because I was initially scared .

We made small talk, about hobbies and likes and dislikes. I got to know little things about him, like how he just loved his mom's made chicken tikka and samosas , which I had no idea about what they were but he promised he will have me taste them soon or how much he just loved living with the boys, or how Safaa, his little sister was the cutest kid ever.

He asks me to close my eyes as he does the final thing or whatever to my hair .

" You can see now. "

I gasp as I look in the mirror, surprised at how different I looked after just changing my hair color. A huge smile takes over my face as I touch the purple ends.

" Judging by your expression, I take you like it. "

" I love it. Thank you so much. " I say honestly.

" No big deal, my lady. "

He replies with a wink and again I start blushing at his words.

I swivel the chair around when suddenly Zayn gives my chair a push and I go sliding to the other end of the salon.

Zayn starts laughing at my expression as I turn around when an idea comes to my mind.