Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty Three

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:

  He turns the radio down and responds back to me, "No problem. I was driving and was like 'is that…jade?' and I didn't think it was you, but I pulled closer and it was." He laughs a little to himself, I laugh weakly to go along.

  A few moments of silence goes by, before he interrupts it. "So um, are you okay?" He glances at me quickly before looking back at the road.

  "Yeah." I reply quietly, being far from okay. I feel like my heart just got ripped out of my chest.

  He doesn't say anything else, I'm sure he can tell from my facial expression that I don't want to talk.

  He suddenly takes a sharp right and makes an illegal U-turn. I hold on tightly to the door handle as the car jerks. I instantly look at him like he's crazy, then look around for other cars.

  Fortunately, there was only one other car pretty far down the road, all the others held up at the red light.

  "I know what will cheer you up." He says extremely happy, driving a little faster.

  After a few seconds, he takes another sharp right pulling into the tcby parking lot.

  We go inside and I sit down at a table, "I'll go order, what do you want?" He asks pushing my chair in.

  "Um, nothing. I don't need anything." I say honestly. He makes a face and then walks off.

  Shortly, he comes back with two bowls of ice cream. He places one in front of me as he sits down. "Thanks." I say not sure why he can't just listen to me when I say I don't need it.

  "It's white chocolate mousse." He says with a grin, "It's my favorite."

  I take a bite, not wanting to be rude considering he did pick me up.

  As it hits my mouth, it actually tastes really good. I smile at him, "It's really good, thanks." I thank him sincerely this time and continue to finish it.

  Of course, I finish mine way before he finishes his… I'm slightly embarrassed at how much of a fast eater I am.

  "So why were you walking in the street?" He asks seeing that I'm sitting there awkwardly.

  "It's kind of a long story." I say looking up at him.

  "Well, I got all day." He sasses back with a smile.

  "Basically my boyfriend broke up with me and couldn't take me back home, so I just left." I look away and the hurt starts to come back.

  "I'm so sorry for bringing it up, I didn't think"-"It's okay." I interrupt him. I look up at him with watery eyes but quickly try to compose myself.

  "Thanks for the frozen yogurt and picking me up, but can you just take me home now?" I ask trying not to be rude and he agrees.

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   He pulls into my driveway and I open the door to get out. He quickly stops me by grabbing my arm. I look back at him and his eyes are staring at me, "I'm sorry about last time, I didn't mean to offend you." His lips are pressed together forming a straight line.

  "Well, you did offend me." I state the fact harshly, but continue, "but you made it up to me today." I say holding on to his arm, then slightly pushing it off of me.

  He grabs a piece of paper from his back seat and grabs a pen that was in the side of his door. He scribbles something down and then hands it to me.