I'll Stay Babe (Zayn Malik)

Chapter No. 6: Red Bull and Monster

How is everyone today? I'm fantastic, thanks for asking! So! Chapter No. 6! I hope everyone is liking this story! I love your feedback! I do use peoples' ideas if I think I could make it work.

Song: A Thousand Miles by Ronan Parke. He's absolutely amazing!!

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Sofia's POV

"Hallo daar, sexy." The guy next to me said as I sat down. I instantly cringed, trying not to let my disgust show. I didn't speak Dutch but the sexy part was quite clear. I glanced at Zayn who had taken a seat next to an old woman holding a box a few rows away due to the fact that there were no two open seats next to each other.

"Sorry, I don't speak Dutch." I said, trying to pretend I didn't know he said sexy. He was wearing a black jumper and baggy dark jeans with DC trainers. I sort of hoped that either the term 'Don't judge a book by it's cover' was true here and he wasn't a chav or that he didn't speak English. Or both. Both is always nice.

"Then it's your lucky day because I speak English." he said although he had quite a profound Dutch accent. His skin was pale, extremely pale with a buzz cut. I shuffled in my seat pretending to adjust my too-large raincoat while really trying to scoot away from him.

"Ooh, great …" I said sarcastically and quietly although I knew he could hear. I felt quite mean but it was kind of early and I wasn't in the best mood especially because I realized that it would take an insane amount of time to actually track down Alec in Brugge considering it was a big area.

"So, what's your name, hun?" he asked. Hun? Ew … made a pet name and I've already thought of asking Zayn to trade seats. I looked at him, unsmiling but not frowning more of a bit cautious.

"I don't feal comfortable sharing personal information with strangers." I stated. Was it just my bad mood that got me all snarky or was it the fact that this guy gave me the shiveries (shivers/goosebumps but I say shiveries) and no good shiveries at that. He gave me a smirk accentuating his beard scuffle. Maybe he should shave …

"No worries, hot-shot. I feel the same way but you're no stranger, you're my bus pal for the next two hours. So being that, I'm Calvin." He said, extending his hand. Two hours? But my butt will go numb and Dingbat over here is trying to hit on me. I stared at his hand only to burry mine deeper into my pockets while my duffel bag was at my feet. This guy wasn't very into hints …

"That's cute, you're shy." he said. Shy? Not really I just don't want to talk to you. You look like a wannabe ganster and you smell like freshly cut grass mixed with handsanitizer. If that's your cologne, you might need to invest in a new brand. "Jij hebt een mooi lichaam." He said. Numbnut, I already told you I don't speak Dutch.

"You want to know what that means?" he asked, leaning in ever so slightly. No, not really but I'm sure you're going to tell me anyways. He leaned in to my ear making me cringe away. Then he whispered, "You have a great body."

"No need to tell me." I muttered. He chuckled a throaty chuckle that I'm sure he thought sounded sexy but I thought it sounded like he had a bad cough.