Summer fling or the real thing? Zayn Malik trilogy Fanfiction

Chapter 2 the booth

Chapter 2:

He buckles himself in his seat and winked at me and started to drive. At first it was an awkward silence in the car. But Zayn managed to have small talk, I couldn't help my but to stare at him. His perfect face, his jawline, his hair perfectly slicked back with blonde strips at the top. His lips slowly moving up and down as the words fills the car. He takes one hand off of the wheel and reaches for my hand. As soon as he grabbed my hand I couldn't breathe the light turn red and turns to me and smiled and said "Did you hear me". I shook my head and said "no", at the lowest tone, he smiled and asked again. "How old are you" Zayn asked I said "nineteen, you?". He continued to drive and said twenty. Two years younger than Jason and one year younger than wait why am I comparing our ages together? Why are the older guys so much more attractive then guys my own age? Why do I even care about his age if I'm happy with Jason?

When we arrived at the place Zayn asked me if I wanted a booth or a table. I said "booth, they're my favorite". Zayn smiled and said "mine too". We headed to the booth and Zayn sat across from means we just stared at each other's eyes. Zayn's eyes were so big and he had long eye lashes that made them seem so perfect. The waiter came back to our booth and we ordered, I asked for the wings and Zayn a burger with fries. When the waiter left to place our orders in, Zayn had me laughing the whole time. He was funny, really funny, when the food came out Zayn said "ugh, I got to try one" staring at my wings. I playfully covered them and said "nope, you should have got your own". Zayn playfully sigh dramatically and said " well you can at least tell me if they are mild or not". I shook my head and bite into one of them and said "you'll never know". Zayn bite his soft pink lip after licking them and stand up from the his side if the booth and closer to me, hovering over my plate of wings. My heart stopped again afraid and excited what he was going to do next. Surprisingly he wiped the corner of my lips, wiping the sauce off of me.

I tired to give him a napkin but instead he just suck on his finger tasting the sauce. Still inches away from my face Zayn smiles at me and said "spicy, my favorite". At this moment the wings weren't the only things on fire. My tried hard by to blush but fail. After that Zayn sat back in his seat, biting his bottom lip creating my pulse to race even faster. He smiled and said "what?" But I knew he knows exactly what he was doing and I couldn't even be mad at him about it, not when he looks so good. I shook my head and said "nothing".

After that intense moment, the tension between Zayn and I died down. I tired to reschedule for my drink but accidentally knocked on Zayn's lap. Zayn's reaction to the cold drink dropping in his lap was priceless, making me laugh. Zayn burst up out if his seat and started patting his lap. In shock I grabbed a couple of napkins off the table and went on the floor and started to pat down the water. I rubbed the napkin back and forth still panicking from his reaction. Zayn said " no.no you don't have to" in a high pitch voice. I stopped and drop the napkins on the floor. Why wouldn't Zayn want me to help him? Why did his voice tense up when I tried... I stopped myself from thinking and look at Zayn with a confused faced.

Zayn was blushing hard, his bright light brown eyes popping out and a smirk on his face. I look at myself and back at Zayn, when I gather all the pieces together I jumped up off the floor and Zayn grabbed my hand and said " no. don't me embarrassed"

"But... it looks like"

Zayn cut me off and said " yeah..u I know but I always know you didn't mean to" with a small smile. I nodded my head slowly still embarrassed and Zayn grabbed my hand. Instantly felt a strange shock through my skin. I org node the feeling and followed Zayn back to the booth.