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Anabelle and Zayn - Dinner Date

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GiGi

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I parked the small car, slamming the door shut as I ground my teeth in frustration. I can’t believe that while I was in the cafe this afternoon, someone scratched my car, and then drove away without leaving a note.

After the fight that Zayn and I had this morning and now this, my day could not get any worse. Walking over to the side of the small black mini, I inspected the damage caused by that oaf who dented my car.

There was a long white line that stretched from the passenger side handle, down to just about the rear tyre. Swearing under my breath, I squatted down on the damp ground, pushing the palms of my hand against my closed eyes. I held in all the emotions that were threatening to over take me. I can’t believe I said that to him this morning, it my fault that he left like he did.

**

“Good morning love.” Zayn said as he stepped around the counter, pecking my cheek softly.

“Hello to you too.” I said smiling as I bit into the piece of toast. “I’m looking forward to our date tonight.”

Zayn breathed through his teeth as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry but can I call a raincheck? It’s just; I promised Niall that I would help him pack. We can do dinner another time yeah?”

“Are you kidding me?” I screamed. We had been planning this dinner for weeks, before he had even come back from tour. I had spent two months without him, and now he wanted to cancel?

“It’s not that big a deal, it’s only dinner. We have dinner together all the time; we live together for Christs sakes.” He retorted, pouring himself some black coffee.

“It IS a big deal. We made reservations at Pierre’s and I bought a complete new outfit for this. It means a lot to me.” I said furiously. “You have spent two months with them and you are leaving again in a couple of weeks. I can’t believe that you would even think about cancelling on me.”

“Yeah well, I made a promise to Niall.” He said, placing his mug on the counter and walking out of the room.

 “What about the promise you made to me? To go on this date that obviously means a lot to me.” I was crying now, I thought that Zayn cared about this but obviously not. His eyes didn’t even flinch when the tears were pouring down my cheeks. He just shook his head and grabbed his coat, opening the door and turning to face me.

“You are so clingy, you know that? Just leave me the hell alone, I can do what I want.” He hissed, slamming it behind him.

**

How had the morning gone from a peck on the cheek and love to crying and hatred?

His car wasn’t here so he must not be home, it was my entire fault. I shouldn’t have overreacted; he obviously just wanted some time away from me.

I stood up, trying to calm myself down and rode the elevator up to our apartment, although, recently it has mainly been my apartment.

I unlocked the door, throwing my coat and scarf on the rack and dumping my bag and shoes near the door.

I could smell something delicious cooking so I walked into the kitchen/diner.

“Zayn?” I said, not believing my eyes as he was serving up pasta into separate plates. There were candles on the table, burning brightly as they were the only light in the room. The place had been tidied and the special cutlery had been placed out.

“Anabelle. I am so, so sorry about this morning. I was a complete dick. You were just trying to do what was best and I acted like a proper twat. I am so sorry baby. I felt like going out for dinner wasn’t enough so I made pasta. Please, I’m sorry.” He said his eyes full of remorse as he took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

I grinned at his pulling him closer, kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly.

“I’m not your mother, I shouldn’t have tried to control you, I’m sorry too.” I said, muffled into his shirt.

“You were right to, I was wrong. You didn’t do anything, I swear.” He said stroking my hair and pulling back before placing a kiss on my lips.

“I shouldn’t have tried to put Niall in front of us; he isn’t half the woman you are.” I giggled at him as I went and took my place at the table. Zayn soon sat opposite, placing my pasta in front of me. It smelled spicy and delicious and as I took a bite I melted.

“Zayn, baby! This is amazing; you are always cooking from now on.” I laughing, holding his hand from across the table.

He smiled proudly before giving my hand a squeeze. “I love you Anabelle.”