Opposites

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Melody

Fifty five.

Fifty six.

Fifty seven.

Fifty eight.

Fifty nine.

Sixty.

Another minute just passed. It's been ten minutes since we've been stuck in this damn elevator, yelling for help, but it seems like no one is here.

"I didn't imagine I would die in an elevator," I joke, as I lay my head slowly on Zayn's shoulder.

Zayn chuckles, taking a deep breath after that. "You're not gonna die, idiot."

I smile, fumbling with his fingers, intertwining and then unlocking them with mine seconds later.

"I'm sorry." Zayn says almost in a whisper.

I frown, furrowing my eyebrows. "What for?"

"For ruining our first date." Zayn sighs, looking down at me.

"You didn't." My frown deepens. "Zayn, you don't need to take me to dinner every night or every weekend, you don't need to buy me expensive things, or paint me every now and then. I don't want you to plan huge things, or–or make fancy dinner just because you don't want to order take outs. God, you don't even have to actually reserve a whole restaurant for us! I want the small things, Zayn. The little things. I want you to text me whenever you're missing me, I want you to kiss my lips randomly, I want you to cuddle me and don't get embarrassed by it. I want the little things, when you hold my hand in public. Things like that. That's all I want, all I care about." I kiss his cheek swiftly. "We're together right now, that's all that matters, right?"

Zayn blinks twice, a smile beginning to show on his face.

He ducks his head, capturing my lips with his, kissing me passionately. His hands cup my cheeks, as our lips mold and move swiftly.

"I love you." I breathe heavily once we pull apart, staring intently into each other's eyes. "So much."

Zayn's lips part, to say—

A weird noise sounds, making us shut our mouths.

The lights inside suddenly light up, making Zayn and I look up, as he stands up and pull me up with him as well.

"Oh, thank god! I'm not gonna die!" I cheer, straightening my clothes.

Zayn pushes at the first floor button way too harshly for my liking, making the elevator to move and work again.

Thirty seconds later, the elevator dings.

Zayn strides outside, just when two engineers look up at us, while packing up their stuff.

I follow after Zayn quickly, then the brunette waitress that welcomed us shows up.

"Mr. Malik! We're so sorry for the technical—"

Zayn points a finger at her, "I'm suing your asses."

He grips my forearm, striding outside the restaurant.

***

"I thought you had something planned. . . " I trail, while looking out of the window.

I notice Zayn turning his head to look at me briefly, then turn his attention back on the road. "I have."

"Then why are we going back home?" I furrow my eyebrows, as the neighborhood begins to come into our view.