Veronica (not zarry)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Brooke's POV

I sat in front of Zayn as he opened the aluminium foil boxes. "I hope you like Chinese." Zayn asked handing me a bowl.

"Of course I do. Thank you so much."

"Don't bother. What's with Harry though?" he cocked his eye brows while he put some rice in my plate.

"I honestly don't know. He's very complex."

"Looks like he's on his man period."

"Yeah probably." I giggled and poured myself some gravy. I took my fork and mixed the contents of my plate together. I just wish Harry was here.

"Did you have fun golfing?" Zayn asked having a mouthful of rice.

"Yeah." I nodded, placing a piece of the juicy chicken in my mouth.

"You're a really bad golfer though." he snorted.

"You're really bad teacher though." I snorted mimicking him and we ended up in a heap of laughter. "We should hangout more though." I suggested.

"Yeah, I like spending time with you." Zayn said looking me directly in the eyes. It's now that I noticed that he actually has caramel brown eyes. And they are so perfect pools of brown, highlighting tanned skin. And the little stubble on his chin, enhanced his charming yet BadBoy look.

Something about the way he said it made me blush. There was obviously more meaning behind those words than he intended to show. "You eat very messily." Zayn furrowed his eye brows at me, breaking me from my thoughts.

His hand reached out and he dabbed the back of his sleeve on the corner if my lips. "Don't drop your gravy all over." Zayn said shaking his head.

I just opened my mouth in shock at his use of the pun. No words came out. He raised his hands in defence, "Whoa, I didn't mean it that way."

"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes, going back to eating.

"I can't help it of you think sexually when I'm around." he winked. I just glared at him.

"You don't know what I think. I don't think of you in a sexual way." I shrugged my shoulders plainly.

"You're red cheeks tell me otherwise." he poked my heated cheeks. Damn, why the hell am I so pale? People always realise when I'm blushing.

I ignored his comment and went back to savouring my food. "Whats gone down between you and Harry?" I asked before my mind would stop me.

"Nothing."

"Tell me the truth Zayn. Harry seems to hate your guts and I don't even know why." I folded my hands over my chest.

"I don't know, seriously. I just met the guy at Starbucks that day. And today he's acting like I raped him. That guy seems kinda fucked up." he got back to eating.

"Shut up. He's still my boyfriend." I peered at him.

"Yeah and I can't believe you're dating him." he sighed.

"Why?" was there something wrong between Harry and I?

"Do you want some sweet dish?" he asked smiling at me. Change of topic. Smart choice Zayn. But don't worry, I'll get it out of you.

"Sure."

He went through the bags looking for the desert. My dinner wasn't over yet but I'd kill for something sweet right now.

"Um... I may have forgotten to get the desert." he rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"It's okay. I have ice cream." I got, taking my plate with me. Zayn followed, getting his plate along as well.