Tattoos // Z.M A.U

Chapter 7

ALISON'S POV

"Just here."

Zayn offered me a ride home which he didn't have to but I didn't decline. I had so much fun with him, just taking.

He stopped the car in front of the house and faces me.

"Thank you for ride and a great time. I had fun." I smile at him and he smiles as well. "Yeah. Me too. So, I will see you soon?" "Yeah." I nod in agreement.

I don't know if I should kiss him before I go. It doesn't matter and I don't want to push it. Maybe it will give him the wrong idea because we not together-together.

That kiss was nice and I enjoyed it but that was just one kiss. It does maybe mean something but for now, I think we should just stay as friends.

"Thanks again and bye." Just as I was about to get out of the car, Zayn grabs my arm.

"Can I- you know... kiss you again?"

Okay, maybe just one more kiss for today.

I slowly nod and he leans forward, giving me a chaste kiss against my lips.

"Now you can leave." I chuckle. "You just wanted to do that?" He smile. "Yeah." "You are so unpredictable."

"That's what they all tell me." I chuckled once again. "Bye Zayn." I get out of the car and into the house.

Mum is at home so unfortunately I am not alone. I walked into the living room where she is, dropped myself onto the couch and started giggling.

It is like I won the lottery after Zayn and I kissed but besides that, I had a great time getting to know Zayn.

I learnt that he was from Bradford which clears up the whole different accent.

He free-lances at an art design place. Zayn loves his music but has a different taste to me though as he likes his hip-hop, RnB and many more.

In his free time, he likes skating, hanging out with friends or what I know now, he loves his sleep.

I still believe Zayn has much more to tell me but he is really different to other guys.

Starting with respect and kindness. Not many guys have that and they think girls like that. No.

I might just like Zayn a little bit more than I did yesterday.

Another thing is that he is productive. He might love his sleep but there is time for that and for work.

"Why are you giggling? You seem very happy." Mum asks confused, looking up from her newspaper.

"I had such an amazing time with a friend." "Really?" Mum chuckles. "Yes." She looks back down into her newspaper to continue with her reading.

"I wonder what kind of friend this is." She mumbles nonchalantly.

I know my mum knows something else happened. She isn't buying the story at all.

I took out my phone and called Clare. "Hi Clare."

"Spill already!" She gushes. "How about you come to my house and I'll tell you everything?"

"Are you joking? No! Tell me. I still have to walk five minutes! Maybe three. I want to know." She abruptly hangs up and I went upstairs to my bedroom.

A few minutes later, my mum came upstairs to my bedroom.

"You got a visitor." Clare walks into my bedroom "Hey Clare." I hug her. My mum leaves the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Clare and I to talk in private.