Opposites

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•Song for the chapter: Make Me Yours - Beth Crowley.

Melody

The cool breeze lifts the damp hair at my temples and ruffles the hem of my skirt, as I tug on it trying not to let the chilled air from lifting it higher.

"We've been walking for hours, Zayn." I huff, raising my arms in the air dramatically.

Zayn rolls his eyes, "What do you suggest? Stay home and get bored? I don't think so."

I mock his previous actions and roll my eyes. "My legs hurt!" I whine, hitting his shoulder with mine.

"Stop being a baby," He says with a fond smile, looking left and right, before grabbing my forearm and crossing the street.

I huff again, ignoring his statement. "Where are we going now?" Zayn lets go of my forearm and starts walking next to me.

He shrugs his shoulders and slowly comes into a halt staring ahead of him. I furrow my eyebrows slowly following his gaze and find out that he's staring at a poster on the brick wall. I squint my eyes, examining the poster he's gazing at. Oh. I swallow hardly, taking a deep breath, realizing what kind of poster is that. Zayn's jaw clenches so hard that I think it might literally break, as his eyes rake a beautiful looking girl, wearing flamenco costume, a man wearing a tux holding her waist.

I don't get the chance to read the bold letters on the poster when Zayn's legs begin to walk faster than they were before. I sigh, following after him until I'm next to him again. I look up at Zayn, noticing how he's tensed, his jaw is still clenched and how his eyes are looking intimidating and determined. After a while of us walking, Zayn gets relaxed again, and lets loose.

"Let's go in there," Zayn nods his head toward a wide-looking fancy bookshop. I shrug, going in after him. The sound of a bell goes off when we get inside, catching the attention of a few customers and employers. I follow behind Zayn, until he stops and starts examining books. He flips through the pages of 'Paper Town', while I examine John Green's 'The Fault In Our Stars', a small smile forming on my lips. It's such an amazing novel.

While Zayn's still flipping through some books, I turn around exploring more of the bookshop. Walking around, an old looking man looks me up and down. He doesn't stop looking until I get out of his sight onto the back of the bookshop, where there's only me looking around. Sighing, I run my fingers against a cover of a book that caught my attention. When I get it off the stand, it ends up being a book about health. Oh, well. I put it back on the upper shelf, and walk a bit more, snatching a book about fashion. Ugh. Nothing's interested in here.

When I'm about to turn back around and return to Zayn again, I stop in my tracks and my eyes immediately widen. Shit. Shit. Shit.

In front of me, is a stand of different magazines but only a couple attracted my damn attention.

Grabbing the Glamour magazine, my eyes rake over me on the cover picture. Crap, I forgot about this! Didn't Niall tell me when they were out? I'm sure he did, but I probably wasn't paying attention to what he was saying and blabbering about. I can't deny that I actually look good on this, though.