Chapter 2
Hours Later, Mabel was still in the back seat of Zayn's large black hummer. "Let me go, asshole, or I'll call the cops."
"With what phone?" Zayn smirked when he took when hand off the wheel and held up Mabels recognizable floral phone case to show that he had possesion of it. Mabel was silent. "Oh, lighten up Mabes. It's just a little date." He said.
"Don't call me Mabes," Mabel whispered. "and untie me you little fuck." Mabel said slightly louder.
The car came to a screeching holt and Mabel jolted forwad, her chin landing on the fold of Zayn's shoulder. Wow he smells really good. She pushed the voice inside of her away. She tried to lift herself up but couldn't because of her tied hands.
"Shut up, would ya?" His british accent echoed through the car. Mabel was stunned by his sudden action. She stopped talking.
"We've arrived." Zayn spoke again. Mabel questioned how he could be so polite yet so agile and mean all at the same time. "You make a peep, you'll get hurt." he finished like it was a good deal. Mabel nodded. "You can speak dumbass. Just not to anyone else."
"Oh." She nodded shyly.
"Give me your hands." He untied her, then opened the car door and got out. "Come on Mabes." he stuck his keys in his back pocket.
His back pocket. The sun was set, Mable was behind him, and his keys were in his back pocket. better yet, the restaurant they were at, called "Cavee", had seats outdoors.
"Don't even think about it." Zayn must have caught her looking at the seats. "We have reservations inside." he put emphasis on inside.
"What do you do make reservations at a restaurant then go around looking for girls to take?" Mabel retorted.
"No, I knew I wanted you. Actually I've had a wee crush on you for a bit." Mabel had seen him in school but he only hung out with his bad boy buddies and never took a glance at her.
"Fine. but let me clean up. I want to at least feel like I'm on a real date." She fake smiled and walked towards the back.
She took her hair down, it unraveled down her back.
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