I'LL SAVE YOU TONIGHT- ZAYN MALIK FANFIC.

I'm Only Thinking Bout This Girl I'm Seeing.

ZAYN's POV:

At last, Sarah was mine. I liked her alot, but there was another problem. A girl from my hometown kept on texting me. We basically grew up together, and she was easily one of my best friends. She liked me, and we'd gone out in the past, but I didn't have feeelings for her anymore. Not even close. 

But she was not done with me. She was constantly calling me, and texting me. Not that I didn't mind her doing that... but it wasn't in a best friend way. It was in an extremely flirty way. She called me babe, and she was very protective of me. I hated it. I liked Sarah alot, and I didn't want anything to do with her [her name is Daphney].

My phone vibrated in my pocket. To my unfortunacy, it was Daphney. Shit, after all that I went through to prove to Sarah that we should go out, the last thing I needed was that girl on my mind. She became more and more posessive over me, and that made her extremely annoying. 

The text read:

Hey Hottie (; Call me l8r. 

 I wasn't planning on replying, but if I didn't- my phone would vibrate 40 times in the next two minutes.

I replied:

I can't chat now, I'll call you later. Don't reply. 

I shoved my phone back in my pocket, and decided that it was time to go. 

"Let's go Sarah, I have another surprise for you." I say. 

"OK, first can I go change into something comfy though?" 

"Definitely go do that!" I said. How long does it take to get to Hawaii from NYC anyways ?

She hurried off.

"Happy Wedding, Liam. " I said giving him a hug, and shaking his hand. "Have a fun honey moon, & I'll see you in the studio soon, Lad."  Then I looked at Lauren. The girl that I had originally loved. I still thought she was pretty, but I had my mind set on Sarah.

"And you Laur, you're lucky to have a great guy like Li. Don't let him go, or I'm gonna have to stay around and listen to him cry," I said as she let out a giggle.

I gave her a hug, and grabbed my coat, digging through my pocket for my car keys.

Sarah came out of the bathroom, and she had the dress in a bag. I held her hand, and walked her to the car, laying the dress and shoes gently in the trunk.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I opened the car door for her.

"It's a surprise!" I said leaning in and kissing her softly on the cheek. She blushed, and hopped in.

SARAH's POV:

WHERE THE FUCK WAS HE TAKING ME?! I wanted to know so badly. We drove all through New York, it seemed. Until, we drive onto a runway. An airport runway, where a jet awaited us.

"Holy Shit Zayn, is this a private jet?" I asked.

"Only my girl gets to ride MY private jet." he said.

"Oh, and where exactly is this jet taking us?"

"Secret."

He handed a guard his keys, and he pulled my stuff out of the trunk, loading onto the jet as a carry-on. 

The whole time in the car, and quite a few times at the wedding, Zayn's phone kept vibrating. Everytime if vibrated, he made a face, or sighed, as if he was mad at his phone.  

We boarded the plane, and it looked like a mother fucking hotel. There were sofas instead of those crappy plane chairs, and instead of that old-people smell, it smelled like . . . like . . . peppermint. YUM. There was even like a full size bathroom in there. Gold faucets and all.