Summer fling or the real thing? Zayn Malik trilogy Fanfiction

chapter 4 permanent damage look so hot

I texted my mom warning her that dad was at it again and told her I would be with a friend.  Which wasn’t a lie, he was just a friend of the opposite gender that I kissed more than once, nothing special. Zayn look to the back of the car and offered me the back seat so I could lay down and sleep. I thank him for offering me the most room in the car and crawled to the back. I laid down but I couldn’t sleep, I tossed and turned. Zayn look at me and asked if I was okay. “No, I’m cold” I said. Zayn smiled and took his jacket off and gave it to me. I was going to thank him but I got distracted from what he was wearing underneath it. Zayn had a short black sleeve v neck shirt, he had so many tattoos on his arms. Zayn muscles on his arms popped out when he tried to give it to me.

Zayn saw me staring at him and laughed, I tried to play it off that I wasn’t looking at how hot he was but it was too late. I thank him for the jacket and as I wrap it around myself the strong scent of Zayn was on me. I closed my eyes and sniffed his jacket more times than I would like to admit. In the middle of the night I heard a strange ringing sound. When I turn myself to Zayn’s direction I saw him looking at me with his soft, lost puppy brown eyes. He smiled and apologized for waking me up. I wiped my eyes and asked him who was it. He look at me and said “Jason?” with a confused face expression. I jump up and grabbed my phone from him. “You pressed ignored!” Zayn nodded and said “I didn’t want it to wake you.... you look so peaceful”. As mad as I was for having Zayn press ignored I could help myself but to blush.

Zayn asked me who was Jason and I quickly answered “my boyfriend”. Zayn tensed up and said “oh”, his voice was filled with hurt. I asked him what was wrong knowing that I already knew, but I didn’t think he would care that much. “Oh me? Nothing.... I’m just tired that’s all” Zayn said and lend back into the head rest on the driver side and closed his eyes. I felt bad at first for Zayn, here I am spending time with him and I just throw I have a boyfriend at his face. I text Jason but he didn’t answer. I started to worry about Jason not picking up the phone. I couldn’t help to feel that Jason and I were slowly drifting apart. Kissing Zayn only made me realize it faster, that there were no more spark between Jason and I.

I whispered to Zayn to see if he was up and he answered me. His voice was so loud but calm as well and a little bit raspy and to top it off was his hot British accent. Zayn turn around and gave me a huge smile and I couldn’t help myself but to blush. Zayn and I talk and laugh until the sun came up. I look at my phone and it was completely dead and so was Zayn’s. Zayn told me that he would drop me off home but I refused because I was scared that my father would be still drinking. Zayn yarned stretching out his arms. I couldn’t help myself but to stare at his arms being covered with tattoos. How could permanent damage look so hot?

Zayn smiled at me as I stared at him without blinking. Suddenly Zayn frown and turn back around. I climbed to the front of the car bumping into Zayn. After stumbling a couple of time Zayn help me into my seat. Zayn asked me how long I been with Jason. I felt a sharp pain in my throat but I managed to say two years. Zayn must have hear the joy in my voice and frown. He whispered "you sound happy", I smiled thinking of Jason and nodded.

Zayn sigh and asked where I wanted to go if not home. I turn to him and say “I just want to stay here”. Zayn smiled and said “really?” as if he was shock by my answer. I nodded and Zayn pulled the car out of its parking spot and said “let’s go get something to eat then”. I was waiting for him to say that, I was starving. He drove into the diner’s parking lot. He rushed out of the car saying they have the best breakfast. I ran after Zayn laughing my way to the diner. When I there Zayn was sitting down in the booth waving his hand at me to come over.