Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen:

  As I come up behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist, catching him off guard.

  He turns around and then mimics my actions. "You look so beautiful." He looks at me and pulls me a little closer. "I have a surprise for you." He pulls away and holds up a black blindfold he pulled out of his pocket.

  "Do you really have to blindfold me?" I ask as he turns me around.

  "Yes." He replies shortly, the light fabric covers my eyelids making everything pitch black. His hands grip my waist as he leads me in the right direction.

  I swear we walked forever, before he finally stops me. "Okay, you can take it off now."

  He lets go of me and I slowly take off the blindfold, revealing lights everywhere. As my eyes actually focus, I see candles everywhere and a blanket. I notice we're on someone's porch. "Oh my gosh…"

  I look over at him and he grabs my hand, "I thought I'd cook us dinner." He lets go of me and walks inside.

  I just stay outside unsure of who's house this is.

  He walks back out with two plates of food and silver ware, then places them on the center of the blanket, "I thought I'd do a romantic dinner… this is romantic, right?" He looks at me quickly with concern, like he's wanting my approval.

  "Of course!" I grab his hand, "No one has ever done this for me."

  He stares at me for a second before he gets back up, "I'll be right back."

  He goes back in the house and within a few minutes he comes out with two glasses filled. "Do you drink?" He asks handing me a glass, "...because if you don't I can get you water or something?"

  "No, this is fine." I say taking the glass. I'm honestly not much of a drinker… but it's a special occasion, or at least I convince myself.

  I take a sip and the smooth fluid flows down my throat. Definitely not like beer, I can handle this…it actually tastes good.

  "Try this, first time I've made this." He feeds me a bite of the chicken parmesan he made, "Tell me what you think, be honest." As soon as it hits my mouth, I instantly want more.

"It's so good! Did you really make this?" I ask taking a bite of my own.

  "Yeah, I spent a while making it… considering I burnt the first batch." He laughs lightly to himself as he looks over at the house.

  "Who's house is this?" I ask, just curious.

  "It's my aunt's. She's on vacation, so I thought we could just have it here... it's the perfect spot." He looks over at the ocean, "Private beach." He says looking back at me.

  The light of the candles hit his face in the most perfect way.

As I stare at him, I realize he did this for me.

  I remember all the times I'd notice him in the hallways, desperately wishing that he would just notice me… and now I'm here, sitting in front of him as he feeds me the food that he made me.

  We finish eating and lay there looking at the millions of stars that shine above us.

  He grabs my hand and his phone goes off.

   He immediately lets go of my hand and sits up to answer it, "Hello?…yeah, I got you…no, not tonight.…I said, I can't tonight." He glares at me quickly, "I'm busy. You'll have to call me later." He hangs up and he sighs, I can tell his mood is changed.