Completed Heart

Chapter 19: Zayn

Chapter 19: Zayn  

I walked into the house, just to walk into Zayn’s tan arms. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and walked back out to the car, grabbing the keys from Niall as he went. I started to hit him on his back, but he just slapped me on my bum as he took me off of his shoulder.   “Stop whining, love. It’s my night.” He smirked as he plopped me in the passenger’s seat. He climbed into the other seat and patted my knee. I narrowed my eyes at him, causing an eruption of laughter. I slapped his arm.   “Drive, fool!”   “So bossy,” he mocked, starting the car. I rolled my eyes. I always pretended to be annoyed by Zayn, but I secretly loved being around him. He was so laid back and easy to be around. The drive to the theater was short. The whole time I watched him drive. Unlike Niall, Zayn was actually a pretty good driver. He occasionally shot me sideways glances and smiled to himself. That’s the nice part about being with Zayn; we could sit in silence and not feel awkward at all.   We pulled up to the theater; I still had no idea which movie we were seeing. I asked him repeatedly what we were going to watch, but each time he would clamp his hand over my mouth.   “It’s a surprise,” he would say as his eyes danced. He covered my eyes as we walked into the theater so that I couldn’t see which film was playing. We snuggled up to some seats in the back. He rested his arm over the back of my chair, his fingers tickling my shoulder. I leaned into him, getting comfortable. He seemed to like it.   We sat through the previews together. I tensed when the movie came on. It started off with an eerie scene. I already knew that Zayn had taken me to a horror film. I turned to look at him, he smiled down at me. I leaned in closer so that I could yell at him, but in whispers.   “Zayn,” I started, “you know I HATE scary movies. What the hell is wrong with-” He clamped his large hand over my mouth.   “No talking in the movie…” He spoke to me authoritatively. I lifted my hands to pull his away, but he held them down with his other hand. His hand was large enough that it could hold both of mine, and I was weak enough that my efforts to pull away in vain. The rest of the movie, I sat with my head in Zayn’s chest, he finally removed his hand from my mouth, and both his hands now acted as handcuffs around mine. When the movie was done, I tried to jump up, but he pulled me down again.   “Jeez, babe, relax!” He slowly got up and released my hands. We walked out of the theater, his arm around my shoulder. I leaned my head against him in the car. He smelled so good.   “I love you,” he murmured, “like a sister or a best friend.” I froze, but then relaxed. He was being sincere. He honestly felt like that and I was touched. I was almost upset when we pulled up to the house. I wanted to spend more time with Zayn. We walked inside together and walked into the TV room, where all the other boys were hanging.   “How was it?” Liam asked me, putting down whatever he was reading.   “Fun. It was nice spending time with Niall. Zayn is a dick, though. He made me watch a horror film…” The boys started to laugh as I went over to sit on Louis’ lap.   “What’s the plan for tomorrow morning?” I asked him.   “Brunch, babe. That’s all I’m saying.”