Do I Scare You?- [Zayn Malik AU]

Chapter 20. {Winter Formal Part1}

"Noooooo..." he grumbled rubbing his tired eyes, swatting my hands away with an adorable pout on his face.

I sighed out in frustration, "Zaaaaaaaaayyyyyn... You need to get ready, and so do I! The formal is in two hours!"

"I can get ready in one hour and fifty-five minutes then." he yawned, running a hand over his stubble face before burying his head underneath my soft purple bed covers.

"Zayn!" I suddenly snapped at him and his head revealed slightly, a dominant smirk now clear on his face.

"Crap! You're so hot when you're angry!" he cursed under his breath, sitting up on the bed grinning at me.

"As much as I love having you in my room... Seriously, GET OUT; I NEED TO GET READY." I exclaimed, attempting to pull him off the bed but failed terribly.

"Fiiiiiiine." He sighed dramatically, standing up and walking out my room, not before slapping my arse cheekily. Oh God.

I'm on a tight schedule. I only have two hours to have a shower, put on my dress, shoes, do my hair and maybe a bit of makeup.

I'M SO NERVOUS.

[Zayn]

I could hear the women of the house upstairs rushing about very loudly all in Sophia's room helping her get ready. I was ready in half an hour. In fact I could've been ready in fifteen minutes but, my hair takes time... I need it to be perfect.

Currently I'm in my smart trousers and black shoes. I have a black shirt on with a tux and a purple tie with a purple handkerchief in my right pocket.

I don't like dressing up. It seems so overrated but, I kinda like making Sophia happy... So seeing her smile would be the greatest reward and everything would be worth it... Wow, cheesy Malik!

What takes girls so long to get ready!? I'll never--

Holy crap.

"Hi." Sophia gives me a small smile as she made her way down the stairs, holding her dress up so she wouldn't trip.

Her hair was down, like beach waves but more perfect. She only had mascara on but, that wasn't needed... She looks more beautiful without. Her natural beauty is stunning and practically flawless.

Her dress looked so gorgeous on her, complimenting her tanned skin. I didn't know what to say as my mouth parted, as I took her in. Words were going to fail me.

"Zayn? Say something, son!" my mother came and slapped my arm, snapping me back to reality.

"You look... Look... Not beautiful... That isn't the right word... More then beautiful actually." I managed to speak with my eyes still wide.

She blushed a little at my compliment and I smirked successfully, taking my hand in hers before leading her to the front door.

"PICTURES FIRST." Lucy commanded, pulling us back by our arms. She can be quite strict when she wants too, that's what I've learned. She's like a second mother to me, that's a good thing I guess.

We posed side by side, my arm around her waist. We pulled funny faces too and I even kissed her cheek in one of them. These memories will be stay gold forever. One day we can look back at them a smile... I know I will. She brings out a side to me that I didn't know existed. A better side.

A thousand pictures must've been taken now and our mothers finally let us go. My mum chucked me her car keys as we both couldn't go to the formal on my bike... obviously.