Chapter 3- New Beginnings

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     I told my mom about tonight's events and She's madder than ever. All I told her was "Zayn's taking me to a surprise date at five tonight" and She flipped the fuck out. "HE'S GONNA RAPE YOU MALLORY " She yelled, of course. "Mom He's not that type of guy, you don't know him, chill out" I say cooly "WHATEVER DON'T COME TO ME WHEN YOU GET RAPED IN THE ASS" She yells some more.  "Okay mom" I say. It's just now one and I've already taken a shower and eaten lunch so now I can plan out the evenings look. Grunge. Almost all of my closet us grunge. Nirvana is like the grungiest is grunge so clearly a Nirvana tee is the way to go. I wonder through my wardrobe not finding a lion and a witch, But the PERFECT outfit.

Look for Zayns "surprise date": Dark jeans, combat boots, Nirvana tee, leather "biker" jacket, red lipstick (the one that complements my black hair), dark winged eye liner, hair lightly curled.

I'm all grungified and it's only 3:30 , Why do I always prepare for things like 3 hours early. Might as Well watch our recorded documentary over Tupac.

   Finally it's 4:50 and Zayn just texted me saying he was on his way. I grab my wallet and head outside when I hear a honk.  "Bye!" I yell closing the door behind me.  "Bitch" I say when it's closed. He waves at me from his red car with the top off. I smile and jog over to the passenger side. "Where are we going Zaaynnniiieee " I ask "It's surprise babe. That's Why I'm going to need you to put this on" he says pulling out a sleep mask "Dear Lord. " I chuckle. "Yep put it on " He says extending his arm to hand it to me. I snatch it from him "ONLY BECAUSE YOU'RE ZAYN MALIK AND YOU WERE IN ONE DIRECTION!" I say, laughing at my own jokes. He rolls his eyes and starts the car as I put on the sleeping mask."You sure did match the grunge I asked for, babe" He said "I try" I say. I can literally feel him staring at me,  I don't know if I should say something Or Not. "Hey, Malik, don't use the sleeping mask as an excuse to stare" I joke. "How do you know? Can you see through that?!" He exclaims,  jokingly."I can ffeeellll it" I giggle "WE'RE HERE"  He yells parking the car and running around to let me out. He guides me inside a building that smells like hardware. I swear to all that is holy if he brought me to a hardware store I'm gonna beat his ass. We walk into a room and instead of smelling like a hardware store, it smells like him, his cologne, his mint gum, just him. He slides the mask off of my eyes. "SURPRISE! "

   Holy Shit. He brought me to a recording studio. His own recording studio. "Zayn.... " I start "T-this is unbelievable " I walk around the room and fiddle with guitars, music note  books, lyric books , pianos.  "It's not that great really, But there's an idea I have,  That's pretty unbelievable " Zayn says pressing a button that opens up a room with snacks and a loveseat. "Sit down babe" he says quietly "Is something wrong" I say in a quieter voice sitting on the loveseat. "No, nothings wrong, I have a good idea, I'm just not sure if you'll like it" " Well let me hear it" "I think we should record music together,  we harmonized so Well yesterday and I can't Stop thinking about it, I understand if you need time because we only met a week ago and have only been on two dates. But we'd make a great team" Zayn says not losing eye contact for a second. "Zayn, I really do have to think about it. That's a big deal, and my mom thinks you're a rapist already. Ill think about it. Since it's 5:45 and my stomach is growling,  we should go out" I say trying to lighten the semi negative mood. "Sure thing, love"

      He takes me to a pretty nice restaurant and pays the bill even. He smiles at me the whole time, that perfect smile. Singing with him and that perfect smile would be really fun and just perfect.  He should meet my mom and then Maybe she'd except him more.

  "Bye Zaynie! " I yell walking up the steps to my house."Bye Love!" He yells back in the adorable accent that I've become fond of. I smile and walk inside and up the stairs to my room. I flop onto my bed and sigh into the pillows.  Fuck My Life.

A/N: Zayn and Mallory singing together?  ahahahaah.  It's one in the morning.

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