Addictive « zayn malik au

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I sat in a corner booth in a café that was just around the corner from the hospital. It was always quiet and if I sat far enough in the corner, next to the big window, I could calm down enough to actually get some writing done. I hadn't done much writing since mom was put in the hospital but she always tells me to keep at it. I never have a purpose of writing, I just write. Basically a journal but I pull these stories and scenarios and thoughts out of my mind.

I crossed my legs and sank in the sofa, pushing my notepad against my knees and began writing, admiring the curviness of my writing. Just as I got into it a coffee was placed beside me making me look up and brush the hair out of my face.

"Oh I didn't order." But I stopped, meeting two dark eyes that made me tilt my head, confused.

"Are you stalking me?" I asked closing my notepad.

"Maybe." His dark voice chuckled.

"That's a little creepy Zayn, we only just met. But I'm flattered, really." I said listening to his laughter boom throughout the quiet café.

"You're not the only person that likes coffee, comfy chairs and quiet spaces." He teased, sitting down on the sofa across from me. I look at him and nodded, sighing and opening my notepad, bringing my pen back to the page but not being able to write anything.

"Do you mind?" I asked, feeling his eyes burning on me.

"No I don't, go ahead and write." He said making me glare up at him. He laughed and for a moment I got lost in admiring him. He tilted his head back slightly and his hand gripped onto his knee that was bent due to the fact that his feet were on the coffee table.

"Stop admiring me and write." He said making me roll my eyes, laughter booming out again. Even with his eyes burning into my skin I managed to get some writing down, ignoring his presence and getting lost in what I was doing. It wasn't until I felt the sofa beside me sink when I looked over and found him sitting there and lurking over my shoulder. I slammed my notebook shut and he chuckled, reaching for it but I declined. He raised one of his eyebrows at me and I did the same making him laugh and shake his head.

"Do you like games Annabelle?" He asked with the rumble of his low, extremely attractive voice.

"Do you?" I asked making him laugh as he reached for his coffee and took a sip letting a quiet chuckle out.

"Don't avoid the question." He said leaning back into the sofa and looking at me with his sparkling, chocolate brown eyes.

"I don't like mind games." I answered.

"I think you're lying." He responded making me huff. It annoyed me that he was pretending to analyze me, that he was pretending to know me because we shared a cigarette.

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"Because, you could have easily got up and left by now but you're still sitting here." He said quietly with a smirk on his lips that suggested he was proud of himself. I took a deep breath and just starred at him.

"I was here first, this isn't me playing mind games because I don't like mind games." I snapped.

"Well then Annabelle, you're going to prove that to me." He said running his index finger over the bare skin that was exposed between my knee high sock and my skirt making me stare at him heavily.

"And how would you like me to do that Zayn?" I asked firmly.

"Come to a party with me tonight." He said moving his finger under my skirt and up my thigh slightly causing me to stiffen.

"Deal." I attempted to say without hesitation.

"I'll pick you up at 10 sweet cheeks." He whispered before kissing my cheek making me pull back in disgust. He laughed and winked at me before leaving me to sit alone in my corner, wondering what the hell just happened.