|Trust Issues Z.M.|

Blizzard.

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"Where are you going, Nayeli? A party..on a school night?!"

"Mum there's a blizzard tomorrow, school's cancelled."

"So? I want you home."

"Mum I have a date and I can't cancel."

"With who?" The curves of her lips tugged upward.

Nash lied hastily, knowing he would cover for her, "Jesse Styles."

"I like that boy. He seems nice."

"He is." Nash smiled, "so can I go?"

"You most definitely can. You look lovely by the way."

And she did, she wore an off-shoulder red dress that touched the floor.

Her hair was in curls and she wore something new, something she hadn't worn in years.

A smile.

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"I'm the luckiest guy alive." Zayn said, wrapping a tattooed arm around Nash's waist.

He held her close, staring into her eyes passionately.

Both hearts were beating rapidly and in sync with their connected lips.

"I love you." Zayn mumbled against Nash's lips before pulling away and starting to drive.

"Where are we going?" Nash asked softly, lacing her hands with Zayn's.

They were inside his jet black car, watching the snow as it wandered down gently.

Their beauty was like Nash, Zayn thought.

Cold, distant yet beautiful and haunting.

Zayn couldn't stop thinking of Nash, no matter how many other girls were around him, resembling how a child wishes for snow in the middle of the summer.

"Far away."

"Zayn what are we?"

"Each others, I hope."

"No..do-do you honestly see a future with me? Cuz that's all I see in you."

"Of course I see a future with you."

"A future with children?" Nash says, voice rising with hope.

"I don't want a child. Too much responsibility."

"O..oh." Nash lets go of Zayn's hand, tearing up a bit.

"Hey..why are you sad? This is our first date, be happy."

Zayn wipes the tears from Nash's pretty face.

"I don't know what's wrong with me." Nash says, laughing and holding back her tears although she had worn waterproof mascara.

It was sad, how she had to wear waterproof mascara around Zayn.

"I do see myself with you, Nash. You're more then some fling, I really care about you." Nash sucked in a sharp breath, trying to maintain calm as Zayn's hands travelled closer and closer to her womanhood.

"But not like husband and wife... with kids?" Nash questions, taking his hand off of her.

"Nash I can't.."

"But you could with Heather?"

Zayn stays quiet the entire ride, not daring to speak to Nash.

"We're here." Zayn says, parking the car in front of a big building.

"Where are we?"

"Cheryl William's Fine Arts Museum.

"Why are we here if it's closed?" Nash asked, a slight smile on her face.

They had been driving for an hour before finally reaching their destination-only for it to be closed.

Nash sighs.

I swear if this is any other hook up, she silently threatens him in her head.

She was tired of being the one to get destroyed, the one he let off all his stress on.

On top of that, she was pregnant and not in the mood to fuck when there were more important things swarming around inside her head.

"Its not closed, it's reserved."