He Could Be The One

Chapter 7

Here it goes. Tonight was the date. Danielle and El helped me get dressed.

Looking at myself in the mirror, El came up behind me and whispered,"You look beautiful. Tonight is going to be perfect. Just be yourself."

I gave her a little smile, thanking her for advice that was much needed. I wore a dress that stopped right before my knees. The bottom half was black while the bust was a teal blue. I straigtened my hair, and applied a light amount of makeup. I had long earings on that matched my dress niclely. I then placed black heels on my feet. I was ready.

We finally arrived to my date. El and Danielle gave me their final good wishes as they drove off. I stood there, on a dock at Penns Landing, waiting. Suddenly, I hear a horn, as I see the Spirit of Philadelphia arriving to the dock. A butler come down and greets me, taking my hand upstairs. I walk towards the balcony and there he was, standing with a bouquet of roses and looking sharp as ever. Zayn Malik. 

He looked perfect, but then I realized what he had done to me. He lied to me. I walked towards him and slapped him. You should have seen the look on his face. 

He rubbed his cheek where I had left a slight red mark.

"Erm..yeah, I probably deserved that."

"Yeah you do, just had to vent. But I'm sorry. Let's start over?"

Zayn just chuckled. "Fiesty. But I like it."

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, my name is Pooja Parekh."

"Pleasure. My name is Zayn Malik, would you like to join me for dinner?"

He held out his hand.

"I would be honored," I smiled.

He pulled out the chair like a gentlemen, and I sat on the red cushion. 

"So since you know everything about me, tell me about you."

"Well, I'm 19. From Bradford. I have 3 sisters. And you know, living the dream everyday with my four best lads. You probably heard us goofing off and whatnot."

"Yes, I know, One Direction. And yes, I'm a fan, but I'm not going to go fangirl on you. I'm glad you're living your dream. Not many people get to make their dreams reality."

"That means so much to me! Thank you! But enough about the band, I want to know more about you. I know you love to read, who's your favorite author?"

"Oooo, this is tough, I think Nicholas Sparks, by far is my favorite romance author."

"Yeah, call me crazy, but he is also one of my favorite authors. I really enjoy Joe Eden's autobiography. I think it should be a movie."

We ate our dinner, which was absolutley delicious. And then we talked...and talked...and talked.

~ Three Hours Later ~

We have been talking for almost three hours. I never had this much to talk about. He makes me feel like me, not someone else. 

"Hey Pooja?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to join me for this dance?"

"I would love to, but where? There's no music."

"Look over there.."

I turned around and he led me to the other side of the boat. White lights hung up above our heads, like a canopy. An orchestra was playing Just A Kiss by Lady Antebellum on the side. Zayn put his hand forward, and I took it, him pulling me close towards him. I place my arms around his neck, while his hands were wrapped around my waist.

I looked into his eyes. They were perfect. He was perfect. He stared into mine, and he smiled. He started to lean in. I leaned in too, craving for his lips.

Pooja! What the hell are you doing?! You just met him! If you kiss him, what does it mean? Are you falling for him?!  But wait, what about Eshan? Your boyfriend. The one you failed to tell El and Danielle about. The one you have been dating for the past month. What about him?

It was too late for me to pull back. Our lips touched, and a spark flew through my body. His soft lips glided with mine so sweetly. Of course I kissed back. It was pure magic. He bit my bottom lip. Three minutes later we finally grasped for air. We smiled, and walked towards the roof of the boat, hand in hand. 

 Why did I just do that? I need to tell Zayn. Before it was too late. But I have so many different feelings and emotions that I share with him than I do with Eshan. I don't know what to do.

We were staring into space on a picnic blanket on the deck just admiring the stars. I started to shiver. He noticed, and just pulled me closer to him. I didn't mind, but I felt a a ton of guilt forming in my stomach.

"The view is beautiful," I said.

"Yes, it is," he replied. I looked over at him and saw him staring right at me.

I smiled. Our date was over. 

With the radio blasting, I enjoyed our ride home together. All of the sudden, Maxwell from Q102 came on the radio. "So get this Philadelphia, apperentley One Direction is already here in the city.  Zayn Malik is taking a special girl on a little date tonight. Sources told me that he was seen coming out of the hotel in a very nice suit with a boquet of roses. Twitter is exploding. Hope you have fun on your date tonight Zayn!"

"Shit, no one was supposed to see me coming out of the hotel." Zayn said

"Well, we Directioners can be very sneaky! Haha"

What Makes You Beautiful came on the radio. Zayn started to sing his solo, it was like I was having my own mini concert, but in a car. This night was probably the best night of my life. Zayn dropped me off at my home. He gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

"I really do want to see you again. tonight was one of the best night of my life, other than the night, the boys and I won the Brit Awards. I want you to meet the lads, I know that they are going to love you."

"Zayn, I'm flattered, really I am, but I need to tell you something. Something, that I sort of hid from you, El, and Danielle."

"What is it? You can tell me."

"I have a boyfriend. His name is Eshan."

The smile from Zayn's face dissapeared. It was quiet, and awkward, very awkward.

* Edited by 26antara and BubbleBathTiger07