And hour later we were in the car that would take us wherever. My mind was racing. Where are we going? Why hasn't Zayn dressed up so no one would recognize him? He must of felt my growing nervousness and tilted his head to the side.
Z: We're going to Bradford. No one will bother us there.
I knew it was a 4 hour ride to Bradford so there would be plenty of time to kill on the road. Oh boy!
C: Is it safe there? I mean everybody there knows who you are.
Z: True, but they also don't freak out and respect my privacy.
C: What about paps?
Z: There are none.
C: Okay.
I turned my head to the other side. There was an awkwardness hanging in the air, I'm sure he noticed it too. What I couldn't figure out was why would we be uncomfortable around each other? Was is because I moved out? Was he mad at me?
C: Can I ask you something?
Z: Sure.
C: What's wrong?
He blinked once and cleared his throat.
Z: I'd rather not talk about it in the car. We can talk about it when we're there.
C: Good. At least now I know something is actually wrong.
I wasn't trying to sound bitter but it seemed that this was the only way to react these days. Zayn became more and more secretive and truth be told I grew sick and tired of it.
C: This here is obviously not working out, so if you want to end things do it. Do it fast. I don't wanna drag this out knowing it leads us nowhere.
He didn't say anything. No twitching. No blinking. No sighing. No nothing. He just stared out the window. I checked the time. Two hours and we would arrive in Bradford. Guess I'll be getting my answers then.
Two hours later...
The driver parked the car outside a beautiful house on a rather quiet neighborhood.
This must be the house Zayn bought his family. Wait. Am I going to meet them today?
We got out and walked over. He unlocked the door but it was quiet inside. We were alone.
Z: Put some comfortable shoes on and take your coat with you. We're going for a walk.
I furrowed my eyebrows but did as requested. I took the weekender bag and pulled out a pair of sneakers and my coat. It was one of three things Zayn asked me to pack for the day. Sneakers, a warm coat and a sleeping bag. I had no idea why I was supposed to bring a sleeping bag along, but it was still early in the afternoon. I was sure I'd find out later.
I traded sneakers for my heels and we walked out the door again.
C: Where are we going?
Z: For a walk.
I sighed but dropped the subject. We walked for a good 30 minutes before we arrived at a school. I realized it was a school because of the basketball hoops and mini soccer field in the big yard.
Z: This is where I used to go to school at.
It wasn't one of those neat schools I went to when I was a kid. This building was old and run-down. I doubted it looked any different when Zayn went there as a kid. We continued walking and passed by a large mosque.
Mosques and synagogues. They all fascinated me. I was always drawn to it. To other, foreign cultures.
I stopped and looked up at the building. The turquoise dome and its castle-like construction made it appear somewhat magical.
