Brown Eyes (Zayn Malik fanfic)

Chapter 2

Zayn P.O.V.

Just freaking perfect! I made a huge fool of myself trying to kiss Mia. What was I even thinking? I had used her vulnerability as a chance to kiss her, to make her feel better, but now she must think I'm a fuck boy. Great. Mia and her mother had just left and my mum informed me we would be going over to their house for dinner. I was ready for this dinner. I even put some cologne on. I wanted to smell good for Mia.

I knew I had already ruined my chance in becoming Mia's friend, but I knew I didn't just want to be her friend. I liked Mia, she was beautiful, everything about her was beautiful. Her eyes. Her big innocent blue eyes, much better than my boring brown eyes. Her body had a wonderful shape, I wanted to hold her the second the saw her, she made me feel warm inside. It sounds crazy, I know. I just met her, but wow. She was a perfect angel in my eyes.

Mia P.O.V.

"Oooooo Oouucchh!" I yelled as a lady on Wipe Out smacked her face on the big red ball. "Well that's surely gonna leave a mark," I murmured.

Just then the door bell rang and my mum came running out of the kitchen towards to door. Must be Zayn and his mother. I stood up and walked over to the door as my mum was opening it and a very good smelling cologne filled my nostrils.

Zayn

I smiled brightly at our guests and moved aside for them to come in. My mum and I led Zayn and his mother to the dinning room, they both took a seat and I went to help my mum bring the food to the table. We both carried the plate of fettuccine pasta to the table and set it down in the middle. I placed the salad my mother made right next to it and the garlic bread on the other side.

"Oh my goodness Cressida, did you make all of that by yourself?"

My mother nods her head smiling ear to ear, " Yes I sure did. I wanted to make plenty for our special guests." Patricia smiles appreciatively and nudges Zayn's shoulder. He looks up confused but then immediately thanks my mum for the food.

"Youre welcome to the both of you. Now lets dig in shall we?" We all nod with hunger. We passed the plate of pasta around the table until everyone got some and we did the same with the salad and garlic bread.

After everyone was served we all begun to eat.

Patricia was first to start a conversation. "So Mia, when I was talking with your mother earlier she told me about your love for baking." I nod my head. " Yes I really enjoy baking."

"Well that's fantastic! I also like to bake. Possibly one day we can bake something together?"

" Yes of course. That sounds like fun actually." She grins and turns her head to Zayn .

"And you can be the one to wash all of the dishes after we're done." She jokes and squeezes his cheek. He shakes his head quickly, "Uhm I don't think so mum, maybe Mia should do it." he glares at me playfully.

I laugh and shove pasta in my mouth loving the taste of it. " Mum you really out did yourself with this pasta. Its absolutely delicious!" I gleam.

"Thank you Mia. Knowing that you were going to eat most of this pasta I had to make sure I made it perfect." I blushed. "Mum! I'm not a pig!" She smirks, " Then don't eat like one." I scoff and push my chair back, clean my mouth and throw my napkin on the table.

"Excuse me." I stand up and walk out the dinning room as my mother calls out to me. "Mia! Come back, I was only playing around with you!" I ignore her and run up the stairs into my room and lock my door. "Ugh!" I angrily sit on my bed with my arms crossed.

Okay I know that was reeally dramatic but how dare she say I eat like a pig? Especially in front of Zayn and even worse his mother. Great now he must think I'm a slob and he'll never like me! I gasp. Wait...I like Zayn? No . No . No ..I can't like him, We just met and-
a knock on my door drew me out of my thoughts. I groaned. "Go away mum, I don't want to talk to you right now. "