Bradford Bad Boy and the Garden State Good Girl (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight

He pulled back.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry.” And he got up from the sidewalk.

                  Bravery must have taken over me because I got up too and grabbed his arm. He stopped walking and turned around shocked. I pulled myself closer to him and this time I kissed him. This kiss was longer. No tongue involved, just longer just as sweet as the first one.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” And I sat back down.

                  We sat there on the sidewalk and chatted about random things until we were finished eating. We decided to go back to my place after deciding that there was nothing cool to do at this place. We got back to my apartment and he sat down on the couch, while I went and changed. I changed into a cute pair of light blue pair of plaid pajama pants with a matching top and threw on some sock; I put my hair up into a pony tail and took off most of my makeup, everything except my eyeliner and mascara. When I came out he looked me up and down.

“Damnit! You have to stop doing this to me! When you said you were going to change into something more comfortable I thought that was code for I’m going to go get naked.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Well you thought wrong.” I said opening the refrigerator. “Do you want something?” I asked looking at him.

“Uhm water would be fine.”

                  I poured two glasses; one for me and one for him. I was about to hand him his water when my inner clutz came out and in an instant all the water was all over his shirt. His shirt now clung to his body and you could see the lining of his abs.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean too!”

“You did that on purpose. Didn’t you?”

“What? No never”

                  He took off his shirt and I gasped quietly. Hold it together Marilyn! He was like a Greek god. Perfect stomach with an adorable belly button, he had a tattoo on his right (his right) shoulder that was now visible. His body was perfect.

“Close your mouth babe. I fly might go right in!”

“I wasn’t staring at you, stupid! I was trying to figure out what you tattoo said” nice save, I thought to myself.

“mhhhhm.”

“Do you have a dryer that I can put my shirt in?”

“Nope, sorry. We still wash our clothes like the pilgrims did. Sorry” I said seriously

“Really?” he asked.

“Yep, and my mother sews all my clothes”

“You’re lying”

“No duh! Give me your shirt, idiot.” I threw it in the dryer.

“What do you want to do we still have out until my mom comes back from work?” I asked him.

“We can watch a movie, if you want.”

“Cool.” I said. “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything’s fine. Your house, your choice.”

“Okay fine, but don’t expect a sappy movie.” I said popping in my favorite movie into the Blu- ray player.

“What movie is this?” he asked.

“My favorite movie.” I said sitting on the couch holding a pillow to my chest.

“Which would be…?”

“Scarface. Best movie ever.” I replied

“That’s your favorite movie?” he asked shocked.

“Mhhm, this and the Godfather. Why do you look so surprised?”

“I’ve never met a girl that’s liked either of those movies.”

“well, I’m not most girls.” I replied. “Have you seen this movie?”

“This is my favorite movie. Al Pacino is brilliant.”

“Finally! Someone with good taste in movies!”

                  The movie started and we quickly became silent. Half way through the movie I realized I had moved from the far end of the couch right into Zayn’s arms, my head on his chest. Now, whoever said Disney Land was the best place on Earth had obviously never been held by him. I could hear his heartbeat and could feel every breathe he took. His smell was intoxicating. Somewhere through the movie I just stopped watching and looked at him the whole time. He noticed me starting but didn’t say a word. He would shift his position every so often and I’d move right along with it.

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I heard the tv flick off and I woke up. I was still in his arms but his hand and mine intertwined, he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as me.  He noticed I was awake

“Hey, wakeup sleepyhead. The movie’s over.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to go to sleep. I don’t know why I did.”

“It’s okay. It was actually relaxing watching you sleep. I fell asleep for a little bit too, but then the ‘say hello to my little friend!’ scene came along and woke me up.”

“I hate that scene.” I said rubbing my eyes.

He looked at me shocked. “That’s the signature line; the most famous scene!”

“So what? I still don’t like it.”

“Let me guess, your favorite part is the part the guy get’s cut up at the beginning.”

“Ew. Oh god no, I cringe at that scene. I can’t even watch it without closing my eyes. My favorite part is the scene where Manny and Tony are in the car and Tony goes ‘the world Chico and everything in it’ it gives me chills every time” I said shivering just thinking about it.

“You’re adorable. You know that?” he said out of the blue.

“Yeah, yeah I know.” I said sarcastically.

“No really. You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I said blushing focusing on a point on the ground.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I asked.

“Turn away when I look into your eyes.” He said turning my face to look at his.

I looked down again.

“I’m trying to make a romantic gesture stop ruining it!” he said and turned my face towards his.

                  This time before I even had time to look away, yet again. He kissed me. At first it was just a peck, and then he came back in. This time it was more passionate. He ran fingers through my hair and mine through his. He was a good kisser not that I had too much experience in that department. His soft lips against mine were the best feeling any girl could ever feel. We continued playing movies, me nestled in his arms, but there wasn't a lot of watching going on and by the time the clock struck 4 o'clock I was sad to see him leave. He gave me his number and told me to text him later. I missed him before he even left.