The Bradford Bunhead: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Shut Up and Drive

Aria's POV

I put on my tshirt with my jeans and Toms. I pulled on my Italia track jacket from my dad and walked into the kitchen of my apartment. I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottled water. I chugged it down. I was jus throwing it in the trash when the buzzer rang.

"Hello?" I said in the speaker.

"Vas happenin'?."

"hey,come on up." i buzzed him up. A moment laer, he walked into the apartment.

"Okay, so I've got that bag there." I pointed to the large suitcase by the couch.

"Aria? Seriously? We're going to Bradford for two days."

"And I packed two days worth of stuff. Come on, you know I'm high maintenance."

"Alright, fine." Zayn picked up the suicase and I followed with my purse. He rolled the bag down the steps. We emerged from the building and he loaded my bag into his ca while I climbed into the passenger seat. He came in to sit beside me.

"So, you want to get something to eat?"

"Definitely"

We drove to a Dunki' Duts and got coffee and doughnout holes. As I was eating them, I looked at Zayn driving the car.

"This is a very boring car ride. We have four hours to kill. What are we gong to do?" I said to him.

Zayn smiled. "Let's get to now each other again"

"We do know each other, Zayn."

" I know, but it's been like three years. Things change, and I want to know everything. Nervous habit?"

"I have to stop and go dance or finger dance. You?"

"I'm still biting the inside of my bottom lip. Perfect kiss?"

"In the rain. You?"

"On a roof under the stars."

"I know all of this about you. Shut up and drive."

"I am not driving for four hours in silence." I glared at him before turning on the radio. I flipped through several channels, before hearing what makes you beautiful and cranking the volume way up. The song was finishing up the first chorus. Zayn and I rolled down the windows and sang on the highway.

"So c--come on, you've got it wrong. To prove i'm right i put it in a so-o-ong. I don't know why you're being shy, and turn way when I look into your eyes." Zayn sang.

I threw my hands in the air and we sang the rest of the song. At the end, I turned the voulme down and begn to laugh.  Zayn laughed, too.

We spent the car ride talking and laughing and cranking the volume every time a good song came on, which was every two minutes. We were singing along to Drops of Jupiter when we rolled into Zayn's family's driveway.

"Is Doniya home?" I asked him.

"she should be. My prents will be happy to see you."

"What why?"

"Well, if I remember right, my mother said you were a very nice girl, and my father admired all of your achievements. I think they like you more than they like me."

"Well, you, know, it's all part of my charm."

"And you all have us under your spell." He said. I smiled before getting out of the car. Zayn grabbed his duffel out of the car and slammed the trunk door shut. He caught up with me beside the car and put his arm around my shoulders. We walked to the front door. He opened the door wide and walked in; I followed.