Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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"Who is it?" Zayn and I are lying down on our backs trying to hide from the lights that were spotted only seconds ago, I have no idea why we are hiding but I guess that Zayn knows how to handle this kind of situation so I just take directions from him.

"I don't know Trish, now keep your voice down." He whispers and presses his hand to my mouth to keep me quiet.

A harsh noise comes from the front of the truck and I suspect it to be someone kicking the thin metal. "What the hell is this?" A deep voice sounds.

"I don't know, but maybe we can-" The high pitched voice is silenced and another thump sounds on the side of the truck this time. Blond red hair flashes in the dark air and a hand runs through it; it only takes me a few seconds to figure out that these two people are teenagers just making out in the middle of no where, same as what Zayn and I were doing earlier.

"What should we do?" I whisper to Zayn and try not to laugh.

"Watch." He jumps up quickly and scares the two kids, who don't seem scared at all but rather annoyed that we interupted their little getaway together.

"Who are you?" The girl with blonde hair asks, her face is beyond beautiful, she is perfection at it's finest. I can't tell what I'm more jealous of, her beautiful waves or the way her body forms perfectly with the fabric of her tight dress.

They both look good together, other than the fact that her lipstick is smudged on to his lips and both of them have hair that has been messed with, the boy isn't half as attractive as the girl he is with but other than that, they look very good together.

"Who are you?" Zayn retaliates at the girl.

The four of us exchange looks back and forth and wait for someone to answer, the blonde eyes me up and down and the boy looks at Zayn too.

"You guys aren't crazy suicidal people are you?" The boy asks, he is timid and seems to be the type to be quiet unless it is absolutely nessecary for him to speak, and it seems that the girl is either scared to talk since we just caught her making out with her boyfriend, or if she's a bitch.

"No we aren't, are you?" Zayn says.

"Cut the bull shit." The blonde snaps. "I'm Amanda and this is Clyde." Her country accent is present and makes her seem even more beautiful.

"I'm Trisha." I jump out the back of the truck so I can stand eye to eye with them. "This is Zayn, by the way, and what are you guys doing out here? In the middle of this abondened road?" Zayn jumps out too and puts a protective arm around me.

"We could be asking you the same thing." She rolls her eyes and pulls Clyde's arm around her shoulder's, to mimic what we are doing. "This is our spot, we come here when we want to be free, and now were leaving." She says.

"Wait, leaving?" I ask.

"We're both fifteen," She says and both Zayn and I drop our jaws. "We just want to get away, from our lives and our family, because we love each other and don't want to be apart." I don't know what to think of them as Clyde pulls Amanda into a hug and kisses her passionetly on the lips.

"I love you." He whispers to her.

"I love you too." She says back and continues to kiss him.

"Mhmm." Zayn coughs through his throat to get their attention. Neither of them move back so Zayn makes an effort to speak.

"Do you guys have a plan on where your going? Or is that even a good idea that the two of you are so young and running away?" Zayn says.

They finally pull away from each other but stay in an enclosed hug. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Amanda snaps at us. "Age is just a number." She says. I pull Zayn to face me in a position that seems like they can't see us.