Stole My Heart.

HE'S MINE

Aleah's POV

I stared at my suitcase with all my clothes, contemplating. I was seriously bad at dates. Not that this was a date... with Zayn Malik. every time he sent me a text a little buzzer in the back of my mind would say: TEXT FROM A HOT CELEBRITY. I couldn't shake that thought, no matter how hard I tried. If I thought about it too much I would freak out, so I constantly had to keep my cool. The outfit I had settled on included: dark jeans, a blue anchor tank top, and a leather jacket. My hair looked wild, as always. It was flipped to one side at the current moment but when I start to get nervous I'll flip it to the other.

"Hot Mama!" Rachel said as I came out of my room. I pretended to be a model doing Blue Steel and everything until I realized that Zayn, Niall, and Harry were already here.

"Oh, sorry..." I looked down. Zayn smirked walking over to me.

"Aleah, are you blushing?" Katie came into the room.

"No, of course not! You know I don't blush!" I replied.

"I hate to say it but--" She started.

"You're blushing," Zayn said.

"Pssshhh!" I laughed, looking away so they didn't have to see me try to calm myself down.

"Shall we go?" Harry asked as he swung he arm around Katie.

"Yes!" Rachel said excitingly. The two couples ran ahead of us while Zayn and I stayed behind. There was a silence between us. Not an awkward one, it was nice. What made it awkward was that we weren't holding hands. I would have taken his if I wasn't too scared. What if he pulled away? What if he just wanted to be friends? I am seriously horrible at reading signals.

"So how are you?" Zayn asked as he looked over at me.

"I'm good, what movie are we watching?"

"I think we're having a paranormal activity marathon at our hotel," he said.

"Are we?" I squeaked.

"Aw, is wittle Aweah scared?" he looked down at me with his gorgeous caramel eyes.

"You underestimate me Zayn Malik," I said, trying to sound strong. I'm not particularly scared of horror movies. That is, when I'm watching them. Afterwards my brain always over thinks everything and then my analytical side of my mind freaks out. It's not very pretty. Last time I watched a horror movie at my sisters house (which I swear was haunted) and I fell into shock for about 6 hours. Yea....I wasn't too good at keeping my cool.

"Aleah? Aleah! Are you okay?" Zayn was looking at me weirdly.

"Of course!" I said.

"We can always go to the theatre to see another movie," his strong accent made him sound so adorable.

"Nah," no way in hell was I going to skip out on a horror film. He would probably have a laugh making fun of me to the rest of his band mates.

"You're lying," he said.

"What?" I asked surprised.

"You're lying...I can tell"

"It's fine Zayn, I-I... I swear."

"...Alright, if you say so," he took one last good look at me before biting his lip. My heart most likely sounded like a helicopter. He was just to damn cute. Just then, he slipped his hand into mine and looked forwards, trying not to look at me. His hands felt large in my slender ones. They were soft yet strong. My whole body felt hot. I bit my lip from smiling. This was just perfect.

"Oi hurry it up, you two!' Harry called from the car.

"Race ya?" Zayn said. I nodded. We hesitantly let go of hands, "One.... Two.."