Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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I can tell he's nervous to ask me of going for a walk with him and I'd love to.

"Can we just look at the clouds for a little while longer?" I give him a stare and notice that now he's looking into my eyes, not just looking but staring directly into them.

I don't hold back in being noticeable when I stare back into his copper-like eyes.

"Sometimes.." I break the stare and look up at the clouds. "Sometimes I just wish I could catch a ride from a cloud and just, float." This sentence is true, I'd do anything to get away from this town and my family.

"I wish my mother wouldn't constantly be telling me that I need to be with Ronnie for the social status, I don't want a social status I want to be free of everyone's grasp, every little thing I do wrong is thrown back on to my family and makes me look as if I'm an idiot." I say and almost run out of breath while speaking all my thoughts to this stranger.

"People are going to criticize you, the best revenge is to prove 'em wrong." Zayn's eyes are still fixed on me as I stare into the sky.

"So you're Zayn the poet?" I joke and we both let out a tiny laugh.

"I think I'm ready for a walk." I say while leaning up and standing to my feet. My skirt has dirt on it but I don't even hesitate to brush it off, I don't mind right now.

"Well, maybe we can go through the high plants, I've seen the walkways and it's tall enough for people not to see us." I nod and follow him through the trees, I trip a couple of times over tree roots and some branches until we're in the open air and on the trail going through the crops that stand over six feet tall.

"Do you know, about my mother?" I ask him and pick at the plants as we start to walk.

"Anne? Yes I do, she and some other women excluded my mother at brunch the past weekend." I put my hand on the upper part of his arm and he turns to face me.

"I'm sorry about my mother," I turn and start to walk again. "She's not the easiest person to deal with, it's how she was raised. I should know she tried to raise me the same way."

"What made you become your own person?" His question sets me back and I stop in my tracks.

"I don't know." I have answered honestly, I don't know why my mother never rubbed off on me, maybe she never really tried. Who am I kidding? Of course she's tried, I'm not supposed to be out here in the fields with a man of a different race.

"The sun is beating on us today!" Zayn and I turn to each other and make out the voices that are coming near us.

"Yes father, it is!" I hear Beau yell and I pull Zayn's arm and guide him with me as we run as fast as possible and hide behind the thickest plants we can find. I cling to his body uncomfortably as Beau and father walk past our hiding space and through the plants, a couple of workers follow behind them with some gardening tools.

"That's your family?" Zayn asks five minutes later when no one is in sight.

"They don't seem half as bad." Zayn laughs and I push him back knowing that he is kidding. Pa hit one of the men when they walked past.

"Yeah, their worse." I smile and we make our way back to the patch of grass we were laying on earlier.

"So Trish," He says and I turn and face him.

"Trish?" I smile and flush a tiny bit.

"That's your name, well that's what I'm going to call you." He says nicely and bights down on his lip again.

"Patricia!" I hear my mother yelling from the house and my brother's voices follow.

"Zayn, I have to go. I'm already going to get a load when I get home." I turn away but he grabs both my hands and pulls them into his.