My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

This Night

'I have fallen in love many times, always with you..'

Listen to Night Changes by One Direction.

Zayn POV
I didn't knew what was more astounding, watching Bethany and Kyle like THAT in a public place or watching them watching me. I noticed the glare Kyle passed me while Bethany started approaching me. I never wanted to do that like never. I wanted to avoid her as much as possible. Part of the reason was because today I was going to have the most beautiful moment of my life. I didn't wanted to see the devil nor make deals with it.

'Zaynn.. how are you babe?'
Her long shimmery earings were clinging to her neck while her face was puffed with tonnes of makeup.

'Hey Bethany.'
I replied with no expression at all. Kyle came forward putting his hand over her bare shoulders.

'Someone looks occupied?'
She spoke with a profound voice. Her fakeness was far too dramatic for me to handle.

'Yeah I have to rush somewhere quick. You guys enjoy.'
I snapped out with a smile.

'You did intervened in our privacy though..'
Kyle said. His jawline tightened with those of his fierce eyes. I wonder how Jess even talks to him.

'Calling yourself private in a public place. Good one, Kyle.'

I watched as his face became more firm than ever. Giving a slight push on his shoulders, I passed by them carrying my delectable donuts. Today was going to be everything. Like everything I feel about Jess. I don't know how the hell would I control my over flowing whirpool of emotions. I get badly hypnotized while catching a peek of her. I wanted to tell her my every secret, my every success and my every decline.

I reached home around 6 in the afternoon. Grabbing away all those things I thought Jess would like, I got snuggled between a comfy couch battling my mind with almost every single thing I should tell her. But wait. The only reason I have planned this whole thing is to actually be alone with her. Talk to her. And most of all listen to her. I want to be her everything. Her friend, her secret partner, her support and her happiness. Just one thing. Not her enemy.
I caught a sight of the clock and the time crawling a bit more fast. The thought of Jess made me smile. I wanted to tell her that this was more of a formal dinner date or just a dinner, not a normal visit. But what if she never dresses up the way I want her to dress like. I headed towards my wardrobe taking out a black button up with a black coat and pants. Was I being all that fancy or over dressed? I pulled out my phone and texted her.

'Dress the way you dress on something formal..'

After a minute I realized it was probably more demanding, more like a command. Wait. Let's renovate.

'Just keeping up with the theme, babe xx--Z'

Much much normal. Atleast than before.

Jess POV
Pop. An than another. What was Zayn upto? Now that he commanded me to wear something I feel like never existed in my wardrobe. Why was I having that pre prom feeling or those creepy dates that people go to. Okay, not all dates are creepy just talking about those where the people get extra horny not knowing they are fucking present in public. Blekh!

I started striding in my room for complete 20 minutes wasting them. I had no idea what to wear and how to wear. Time passed even more promptly as I stood in front of my wardrobe trying to define exactly what FORMAL means in terms of attire. There were clothes piled up on my bed with so many shoes and stuff suffused all over. For a minute I wasn't believing how could I change that much. I was always the tidy one and now that my room presented a whole lot of mess, this was more disappointing that I thought it would be.