I'm staring at Zayn when he drives to where I'm standing, and believe me, he looks hot as hell.
"C'mon hop in!" He exclaims rolling down his window. I slowly walk towards his car and adjust my seatbelt while he drives.
"Here are some cds which I listen to, choose and play it." He says while opening the dash board. I'm left in awe as I take a glance as his collection of cds.
"Woah!" Is all I can say. Ok this is actually goals. "Music is my escape." He says shrugging.
Why is he in such a good mood?
I take the cds and choose from them. The cds are of rock and rnb music. I search and search till I find a cd which says a word that I can't understand. It's says something like fool?
"Thats a song I recorded for fun in my language urdu." He says when he sees the cd in my hand.
"You're not British?" What even? My whole life was a lie.
"I am. My father's from Pakistan. So I'm half Pakistani, and urdu is the language of Pakistan." Oh, Pakistani people are hot, I swear.
I just nod and play the cd. I hear a raspy and hot voice in the beginning. Oh my goodness, iS THAT ZAYNS VOICE OH LORD
He starts to sing in urdu that I don't understand but it's very soothing and calming. Oh lord bless me
Zayn starts to chuckle so hard that he has to stop the car.
"What?" I turn towards him, a faint pink colour creeping on my cheeks.
"You... You said.... Bless..... Me." He manages to say. I said that out loud?
Holy fiddlesticks
Zayn starts to laugh more hard now. Did I say that out loud? What even. I'm so embarrassing.
"Did I say that out loud?" I ask praying that he says no. But he just nods before laughing more. I quickly bring hands to my face and cover it, I can't embarrass myself more.
"You're so cute." I feel something poking me. I look up to see Zayn poking my cheeks. Baby.
"Stop embarrassing me, sir." I say looking towards him.
"You're embarrassing yourself and it's so funny. I don't remember when I laughed this hard." He mutters the last part.
"I'm glad that I made you laugh." I smile while he sobers up and starts to drive again.
This is the real Zayn. The Zayn I want him to be. He's so cute, oh lord!
"You remind me so much of Ca-" He stops himself and straightens up wearing a serious expression.
"Of who?" I ask curiously. I think he'll tell me since he's in a good mood.
"No one. Let's get you home." He says not looking at me once and driving away. What is wrong with him?
"Zayn?" I ask again, something's wrong.
"Stop talking please." He pleads with such an expression that I'm practically forced to stay mute.
Suddenly I hear my phone buzz. I take it out and read the message.
Dylan ❤️❤️: I'm in front of your office, where are you babe? Xx
Shit.
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A/N: I know that this is a boring and small chapter but I just came home after a week of travelling and I'm tired asf, so bare with me pls.
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