Disguise♔ z.m

Thirteen

We were seated at the front row, on the edge that was closer to Liam's team.

"Is this your first time?" I ask Zayn.

"I've been to these million of times. I've seen them perform on the streets, in studios, art galleries," he continues as he studies the light become dimmer, his irises mirroring the light reflecting upon him. I could inhale his scent better now that I was sat lap to lap with him. It made my heart leap. I had no idea where to keep my eyes at. I kept on looking at the way he fidgeted with his fingers. I kept on looking at the way he took in deep breaths and let go, parting his lips whenever the teams don't decide who goes first. Loud noise bangs in arena and I immediately jerk my head towards the field, the blue mat opening backwards from the middle. It opened to expose a silver ground, which only made me become more lost than ever.

"You'd love this." Zayn lips brush against my cheek. If I knew that I'd be this fragile with Zayn, I could have never listened to Veronica's opinion.

Liam stands in the middle of his team and looks at me briefly, flashing me a wink and going back to looking at his opponents. In a heartbeat, water pumps up into the air, the liquid whisking in all direction, wetting the dancers' clothes. More of such are released, and due to the pressure, some water came onto my clothes, which I tried protecting with my arms. Zayn leans over me and wraps his hands around me, using himself as a shield. His chest touches my neck and my heart stops beating. I am freaking out, but he is oblivious to the tornado happening in my body.

"I will be your knight," he whispers into my ear, obviously joking.

I nod, laughing along. "Thank you, prince."

"Sure princess," he then pulls away and removes his leather jacket, showing his inner white shirt that was almost see through because I could see his inked patterns on his chest and arms, which only got to his hands. He puts the jacket over both of us, and our faces are now hidden in the dark. I couldn't make out what I saw, but his eyes sparkled. I could at least sense the smirk on his lips, especially the way we were pressed against each other. If someone was to actually judge this, they'd call us a couple, just the way Liam did, but I don't see Zayn and I in the nearest future together. I am too different. I mean, our music says enough. His is too damn gorgeous to be with me, as well. He looks elegant while I look like ugly Betty.

The music begins and Zayn tries speaking over it. "We better watch or else we would miss the fun."

"Sure!" I shout back and he uncovers us, the water going back to drizzling at us. Thank heavens I wore a black t-shirt, or else, I could have been looking a stripper.

The beat speeds and Liam runs forwards into the spotlight, signaling his team to follow along.

"He's a natural talent," Zayn comments and my eyes fall upon his moves, the way he and his team danced in sync, and made the ground shake. Everyone was whistling for sure, while I was breathless. Their dance steps made the water splash into several directions, the pump making things rather wetter. Their team's clothes were soaked and I could only laugh at the way the other team lookedd slacked jawed.

***

An hour later, after seeing many teams dance against one another, there were only two runner ups. Liam's team and the eagle raw. Well, that's what they call the other team, I suppose.

"Liam is really good." I confess to Zayn.

"You and him should get to know each other sometime," I arch a brow at his words. "You're a great person and so is he. I don't see what might go wrong," no you idiot, aren't you supposed to say you prefer me being with you?