Little Things || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 13

It's a night time where everyone should've gone to bed but Zayn takes Danielle to the rooftop of his apartment after they get back from school and have some adventures on the road. It's not that high from Zayn's apartment because the building is twenty floors high and Zayn lives in the twenty-eighth floor so it doesn't take much time for them to reach the rooftop despite they also have the lift but when they see it from the top, lots of people in the street, the traffic jam and city lights, shops and other buildings, get to admit it does really high. All of the noises can be heard from the top. Cars honking, people yelling, pop music plays from near the buildings and also can be seen a middle age male playing banjo by the traffic lights to collect coins from people passes by. But if they can take some moments of silence, the place can be quite too along with the cold night breeze, it sends chill to the back of their neck plus they can see the stars and the moon or someday if they're lucky enough, they can see star dusts too. That's the reason why people love to be on the rooftop at a night time.

"It's beautiful, Zayn." Danielle smiles, tug her hair behind her ears.

"You like it?" Zayn replies and grabs Danielle on the waist softly so that he can bring her more upfront for her to see the whole view on the ground.

"I like it. Thanks." Danielle pulls away from Zayn slowly and gives him a warm smile.

"I wish I can do more."

"With you here with me, I am already grateful."

And somehow that answer makes Zayn smiles widely.

Danielle silence a while and Zayn does too. They're both enjoying the view but it's not long until he moves his eye to her that left alone enjoying the view.

"I just wish for once. I could be the best at something. The smartest, the prettiest, the most talented human, the nicest, the most forgiving, the one who makes people laugh the loudest – " Danielle sighs and moves her gaze to Zayn, leaves their gazes meet each other. It doesn't long till she pulls away.

"Maybe you're not best at all."

"Hah! Thanks. That's helped."

"But best for me. – " Zayn steps closer to Danielle and continues. " – and enough for me."

"What are you doing?" Danielle whispers underneath his breath and she moves away a bit.

"Dan – " Zayn moves closer again until Danielle can't make another step anymore since she has reached at the end side of the building; that makes her lean between the walls.

"Zayn – "

"You don't love him." Zayn challenges, a small smirk appears on his rosy lips.

"Excuse me?"

"You can't"

"He makes me happy." Danielle retorts. She crosses her arms and stare defiantly up to him.

"Sure – " Zayn shrugs. "I didn't say he didn't. but you don't love him. He doesn't get under your skin the way I did."

Danielle bites her lip.

"You keep lying to yourself. You say he makes you happy, but it's not the happiness that I make you feel. It's not the tingle in your fingers and butterflies in your stomach. You like him because he is safe. He won't hurt you, you say. He's smart and you think he's funny. He breaks your heart over and over again but you still stay because you're blind and oh one more thing. He's safe. He's so safe."

"Safe is a good thing." Danielle nods at Zayn firmly despite she wants to avoid the fact that Zayn is right about Louis.

"Not for you. I see it in your eyes."