Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

7

"Thanks." I say to the blonde waitress who hands us two burgers, a plate of fries and one large milkshake that we've agreed we are going to share.

"Cheap food never tasted so good." Zayn sounds out the vowel in so and creates emphasis when he rolls his eyes to the back of his head, I take my first bite of the thin, juicy cheeseburger and gulp it down in less than a couple of bite's. I've never had food like this and I feel ashamed for not having anything like it before.

When I look up from my food Zayn is chuckling and smiling at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. You just got a little," His hand cups my cheek. "Something right, here." The front of his thumb glides across the corner of my mouth and when he removes his hand he wipes the ketchup across the napkin. The dirty side of my brain hopes that he would've taken the ketchup into his mouth and lean over to kiss me, right now I want nothing but to kiss him; so badly.

"Thanks, I wasn't aware of my stain." I take a napkin and wipe it across my mouth to make sure all is gone. I take another bite of the burger and eat a fry.

"I'm here to help." He flashes a wide smile and I smile back at him.

"It seems I know nothing about you," I say and eat another fry before continuing. "You've learned so much about me but it seems as if I don't want to know anything about you, but I do."

"Look at like this, there is a clock over there and you have one minute to ask as many questions as you want." He points to the clock on the far wall from us and we both await for the second hand to land on the twelve. The minute he says go I ask many simple questions. His favorite color is black because you can't ever tell if the color is happy or sad to every other person, it's the color you want it to be in his perspective. I've learned he has had six dogs, he loves spaghetti, his parent's have helped him get the education he needs and all the things he loves about his food.

"Times up."

"No, I had another question! It was a real good one too." I frown at him and snatch the milkshake from his hands, taking a sip of the vanilla cream that's ice cold running down my throat.

"Eh, your minutes up and that's how the game is played." He snatches the milkshake back from me and takes a sip, a little bit of the shake is on the side of his lip. I repeat his actions by taking my thumb across his lip, I doubt he's as affected by it as I was but I laugh off my embarrassment and he laughs a little bit too.

"Please, I have one question for you and it will be the last." I say. "For tonight anyway."

I grab the half gone milkshake and take another sip.

"Fine, one question, nothing more!" He warns and I laugh at him. He has no idea how complex my question is, it will reveal so many answers that no other question can.

"Tell me, about you." I grab a fry. "Why did your family move here?"

"That's your question?"

"Yes."

"I don't know Trish, it might be too complex for you right now. I have a difficult past and it's not like what you could imagine." He leans his head into his hands and I know there's more pieces to his puzzle than anyone could imagine. I put my hand over his.

"I'm here for you." I say sincerely.

"My parent's wanted me to be as far from my birth parent's as possible." He let's out a breath as if he's been holding a heavy weight above his chest all afternoon.

"What?" I mutter.

"I finally tracked them down and when my mother found out she was furious and demanded we get the hell out of Georgia."