Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

6

"Corndogs! Getcha corndogs!" A man yells from behind his food stand at the fair, the corndogs seem more appealing by the minute, it being that I haven't eaten in almost a day.

"Do you want one?" He asks and I nod, I take a small bite the minute I get my hands on the wooden stick. "Is it good?"

"Yeah!" I nod and walk beside him through the crowd. "I've never had one before."

"What?" He yells and lets out a laugh, I continue by his side when we get in line for the ferris wheel. "You're joking, right? I bet there's a lot you haven't tried!"

"Is that supposed to be a joke?" I ask in a sharp yet playful tone. "If we're being honest," I look at both sides of the people around us to act as if I have a giant secret to tell. "I've never been on a ferris wheel, I'm kind of scared of heights."

He tries to hide his laugh and I roll my eyes while keeping my glance on his. "Don't make fun of me." I snap and laugh in amusement as he "tries" to keep a straight face.

"I'm not making fun of you! It's hard to think that you've never been on one of these before, and it doesn't go that high, a few dozen feet, maybe hundred." He keeps changing the numbers and I wack at him so he'll stop, he doesn't.

"Only a couple times a year do people fall off, sometimes they survive." I whack him again this time with the corndog, which leaves a stain of grease on his cheek. I giggle as he uses his tounge to try and remove it, of course it doesn't work but I continue to laugh at him anyway.

"I hate you right now!" I yell at him when we get to the front of the line. "This is probably the wildest thing I've done."

"You've lived a wild life if this is the worst, it's not like your a runaway or anything." He jokes and I try to hide the pain in my chest. I grab his arm and squeeze it tightly as he helps me into the seat of the ferris wheel, it's a tiny seat that we can comfortably sit in and the bar against us lowers on to our laps.

"Hold on miss." The man working the wheel says. I exchange his smile and stare at Zayn.

"Could you be anymore nervous?" He laughs. "Just look up, see the clouds? Jist fly."

I look up as the ferris wheel starts to move, the clouds move with me and it feels as if I'm a rocket setting off for my next mission. The feeling is magnifying as we reach the top and the wheel stops.

"What happened? Are we stuck?" I panic and scoot closer to Zayn, I'm scared out of my mind and don't even think about looking down at the ground.

"We aren't stuck, he's just loading some new people on." Zayn acts as if this is the funniest thing he's ever seen.

"Zayn, stop." I plea playfully and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Trish, you stop."

"And what am I doing that needs to be stopped?" I ask while pulling my head up and frowning before him.

"You need to be more open to having fun, you've never had it and I want fun to be remembered as the best day of your life, with Zayn." He adds his name at the end, which makes my frown disappear and a laughing smile appears in it's place.

After the ride we go to a couple of booths that are lined up, all things from tossing rings at empty beer bottles to wacking things with a giant hammer. The next couple of hours is filled with nothing but laughter and smiles, Zayn's made my redo birthday the best birthday I've had. It's only been a couple of hours and I've already had more fun than in the last nineteen years of my life.

I notice a couple of glares from other people when they see Zayn and I walk together, the thought reaccurs into my brain that Zayn is of another race and my skin is as white as it comes. I'm sure that when we get into the North the stares will stop, or come to a minimum for the matter.