Make the Most of It

17. Bucket List

Apparently Zayn and I had fallen asleep again after that early moring visit. We didn't wake up until nine a.m. when a new police officer was standing at the foot of Zayn's cell. He unlocked it and opened the wide doors.

"Come with me please." Zayn glanced back at me once and then turned and followed the officer. Once they were gone, I was left contemplating my own thoughts. How did I go from a little-miss-perfect to sitting against the cold wall of a jail cell in less than three months? Oh yeah. Zayn. He always seemed to be the root of my problems. But, at the same time, I hadn't had this much fun in my life since the first year of college so maybe it wasn't so bad. Then why was I afraid of loving him?

My thoughts fell short when Zayn came back with a huge grin on his face. The officer followed behind him, but instead walked to the gate of my cell. He unlocked it, as I stood there in utter shock. As soon as he opened the door for me, I threw myself into Zayn's arms, almost toppling him over.

"Please tell me this nightmare is over!"

"Almost, sweet cheeks." He hugged me back. We only shared our moment for a couple seconds, then the officer cleared his throat. Zayn and I pulled apart and followed him into an office where we had to fill out lots of documents and forms.

"Mr. and Mrs. Thompson explained that you were visiting the grave of a family member. You're lucky that I had stopped by or else you would've been in here for days."

"Thank you so much, officer," Zayn said. The officer nooded his head.

"You're welcome, but I want you to understand that this was an offense. Even to visit a family member, there is no breaking in after hours. I suggest you to not do this again or the case won't be so simple."

"Yes sir." He stood up as Zayn and I did the same. Zayn held out his hand. The officer kindly shook it and ushered us out.

"You two bicker a lot for a couple," he commented on the way outside.

"We're not a couple. Just friends," I answered this time. He raised his brow in confusion, but decided to let it go.

"Alright well I hope I don't see you anytime soon."

"Yes sir," I said. The officer then went back inside, leaving Zayn and I standing on the front steps of the slammer.

"Well that was quite an experience," Zayn said, breaking the silence.

"One that I'm hoping not to do again." He laughed.

"I don't know sweet cheeks. Hanging out with me has its perks."

"Perks?" I scoffed. "You're pathetic. I could've lost my job. This was serious." I walked to the side of the road and held out my hand hoping to find a cab in the busy LA traffic.

"Let's go get ice-cream to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?" I exclaimed. "My first trip to the slammer?!"

"Well now you can cross it off your bucket list."

"It was never on my bucket list!" A cab pulled over in front of me and I quickly got in, trying to shut Zayn out, but he held on to the door tightly. "Let go Zayn. I want to go home and rest."

"Too bad. We still have so many things left to experience in the world," he winked at me, as he forced himself into the cab to sit next to me, despite my efforts to keep him out.