The Phone call - Zayn Malik

Chapter 23 / end

Zelmirah

Now that I was sitting in the same car as Zayn Malik, I finally understood why millions of girls loved him or even all the boys for that matter. There was this politeness in the way he spoke, which many celebrities lacked. It was like talking to your old friend and not a member of the biggest boy band.

By the time we reached London, it was almost 6. He parks the pickup truck, in the parking lot and I recognize the road. We were at the Regents park.

" Where are we going ? "

" You will see. "

" Are we having a picnic ? "

" You will see."

" Are - "

He gives me a look and I giggle amused. We were walking at a leisurely pace but Zayn seemed to have other plans as he grabs my hand and starts walking faster.

It was remarkable how a simple beanie and some glasses could change your appearance as no one gave us a second glance when we passed by them.

We stop in front of a tall machine, red colored with a lot of colorful bikes lined by it's side.

" You are okay with riding a cycle? "

Although physical activity didn't sit well with me, I surprisingly liked cycling. It reminded me of the times when me and my parents used to go on our cycles through the trails in our forest.

" Of course, I am. " I say and choose a black colored cycle with a neon pink basket in front of it, kind of matched Zayn's hair which were tucked underneath his blue beanie.

Zayn smiles and after paying, which was 2£ for each, he gets on a black bike similar to mine but with a lavender basket. I smile knowingly.

" Come on , Zel. " He says and soon we are pedalling our way through London. We almost rammed into each other a few times, sometimes into people and even almost fell twice but happiness was the only thing that we felt.

We raced each other to the top of the Regents park , Zayn won. Parking the bike under one of the trees, Zayn holds my hand and soon we are walking towards what seemed like a little camp with colorful huge tents scattered around from far.

" I hope you are liking it so far. I don't know what made me think of this but you are the first and only girl I would think of taking cycling on a first
date. " Zayn says, sounding a little nervous and I squeeze his hand in reassurance.

" I have never had so much fun, Zayn. So don't worry , I am loving it so far. "

We come to a stop and I let out a gasp as I take in what exactly was happening here.

" Holy shit! I love you. "

Zayn stares amused at my reaction and I blush, hard as I realize what I just said.

" I am sorry I didn't mean it like that, I mean I love you for this but- "

" I get it. " He says chuckling as I face palm.

" I thought you will hate me for this but I am glad you like it. "

" Hate you for taking me to a food fest on our first date ? Are you kidding me? I am going to love you forever for this. "

And before I can dwell on my stupidity, I grab his hand, the roles changing this time and head to the ticket counter.

He let's me pay, after a bit of insisting and soon we are inside. The Taste of London festival, was once in a year occurrence and heaven for any food lover.