The Strange One ↠ Z.M

Chapter 5

Zayn looked at me and smiled, the blood even more prominent on his teeth and gums. My eyes became wide and I reached for the door handle as I became hysterical. I was practically panting while Zayn looked in the review mirror. His eyes went wide as well, he wiped the blood off from his mouth onto his sweater, trying to hide the evidence. I was too in shock to move so I watched as Zayn licked his teeth.

"Sorry about that, my mother cooked steak tonight and I like mine practically raw" Zayn confessed.

I wrinkled my nose at the thought, "Then why are we going out tonight? We can go out tomorrow or something?"

Zayn shook his head, "No, it's okay. I wasn't planning on dinner" Zayn looked down and saw my skirt, "But I take it you were?" I nodded, turning pink. Zayn chuckled, pulling out of the driveway, "Well I hate to burst your bubble but we aren't going to dinner, you look very nice though"

"Thank you" I smiled as I watched how much concentration he put into his driving, though we were just going straight down the road. It was quiet for a few minutes, as we drove into town I still had no idea where we were going. "So...where are you taking me? Deep into the woods to kill me? Into an empty parking lot to strangle me to death?" I smiled, giggling slightly.

Zayn chuckled, shaking his head a taking a glance over to me then to the road, "Violet, if I wanted to kill you I would've done it already"

My smile faded, Zayn still had a small smile. He turned the corner and pulled into a parking lot. I was so focused on Zayn I didn't even look at where we were.

"We're here!" Zayn exclaimed as he pulled the key out of the ignition.

I turned my head a looked, "Mini golf? How cliché is that?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Very cliché" Zayn was about to open up his car door when he noticed I wouldn't move, "Something wrong?"

"Well" I looked down at my attire, "I was expecting to go somewhere nice, not to play gulf. I wish you would've told me. I'm way too overdressed"

Zayn groaned, rolling his eyes, "No need to be a drama queen-"

"I'm not being a drama queen!" I shouted.

Zayn and I looked at each other for a minute; finally the two of us started cracking up laughing. Once we stopped laughing Zayn opened up his car door"

"Now get out and let's go play some golf"

I opened my car door with an attitude, "Fine, Mr. Bossy"

I walked around to the front of the car to meet back up with Zayn. Once I did I playfully pushed him and he somewhat fell over, "Why don't you stop being so clumsy" I smiled.

Zayn shook his head and took my hand in his, "Fine, Mrs. Bossy"

**

We were on the 18th hole and Zayn was winning, I was horrible at golf. It didn't matter how easy you made it, I was incapable of playing.

"Go ahead Violet!" Zayn shouted, motioning for me to take my turn.

I shuffled over, setting my ball down. I got into position. I swung the golf club and the ball went flying, hitting the plastic, hallow animals and houses set up around. I turned to Zayn, he was already shaking his head.

I watched as he stepped towards me. Grabbing my arm lightly, "Here, let me help you"

He put me back into my usual position, then he got behind me and I watched as he put his hands around mine. Slowly swinging the golf club.

Zayn was saying something to me, but I wasn't paying attention. All that caught my attention was the way he smelt, it was lovely. Not like all the other boys at school. It was a rugged, dark sent.

I turned my head slightly and noticed just how close he and I were. Our eyes connected and we stood in the same stance. I watched Zayn's eyes go from mine to my lips, up again, then back down again.

"Just kiss me" I whispered.

"I can't" Zayn removed his hands and stepped away from me.

I crossed my arms, it was getting colder. "Why not?"

"I don't want to hurt you"

"You won't hurt me"

Zayn shrugged, "What if I do?"

"I don't know" I shrugged myself. "I'll kill you?" Zayn cracked a smile. Once he smiled I did too, whenever Zayn smiled I had to. "Let's just leave, we don't need to finish this game"

"Oh and why not? you're afraid that I'll beat your ass?"

I rolled my eyes, taking Zayn's hand. "you already beat me, smartass"

Zayn kissed my cheek, "Lets just take things slow"

When he pulled away I just nodded causally. I didn't want to take things slow but I guess that was for the best.