My Immortal (H.S.)

Chapter 5

Songs For This Chapter :

Irrisistable -  One Direction

Mitchell Thomson -  Different Worlds

LanaDel Rey - Young and Beautiful (Orchestral Remix)

Rose's P.O.V.

After I finally got away from that guy. Who for some reason kept following me, asking about my name. I wasn't going to give my name to a complete stranger who by accident bumped into. Hopefully I don't see him any time soon. There were many reasons why I don't-can't have him near me. His whole being is written with bold letters saying "DANGER, BEWARE, DEAD END" and I am definetly going to try to stay away from him. But, something in my heart says differ, to me he seems dangerous, mysterious, attractive, even a ittle intriguing...what am I thinking! I don't want to get in more trouble than what I already am in by being late to this dance or "masquerade ball" as you would say it.

I'm brought back from my daze when this guy, I believe his name is Zayn, bumps into me and I try to give the worst apology. which I feel quite guilty for not feeling any emotion about it either. But I have a feeling he was waiting for this to happen. His eyes were the colour of winter roasted chestnuts with rims of dark chocolate, his long eyelashes compliment them just great. They way they looked down at me so caringly and conforting I could easily melt into them. His petite nose and caramel colored skin sets His jet black hair, styled up into a clean quif, nicely. His smile, oh his smile is most beaufifulest one I've ever seen in my life, his teeth so perfectly striaght and white. And his jawline so prominent and sharp, Giving him a chislled look. He was really hansome.  How could people like him be kings, they look way to...young. and I always thought all kings were fat and unattractive but he, no he was different , nicer , infact  He instead of yelling for me to go away, he offers a dance. A simple and utterly small dance. The thing is, I don't know how to dance any type of dance. At all. 

I feel quite self conscious, whether I'll be judged by others. So I feel like I might as well tell him.

While we're almost to the center of the dance floor, I get his attention and ask him.

"Hey, umm king Malik?"

"Call me Zayn."

"Oh uh ok, umm....Zayn?"

"Hmm."

"Uh, C-can I tell you a secret?"

"Yes, of course." he says.

"Promise you won't tell and that you won't laugh at me?"

"Promise." he looks at me seriously.

I signal him to come closer. He looks at me strangely but does it anyway. Once he does I cup my mouth and whisper my confession. After so, I pull away and watch as he softly smiles and leans next to my ear.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you." He offers out his left hand, which I politely accept.

He tries to make a fair space limit for us both while we dance. Once we did he quickly took hold of my hand and, We suddenly began to dance .

" Wait," I grab his arm. " I don't know how to..."

Move!

I'm cut off by Zayn putting his right hand on my back and softly pulling me closer to him. He straightens up and says.

"Let me show you. Don't get stiff, I'll lead. OK?"

"Ok." after so he swiftly then leads me to the dance floor. The music starts to play and I look down while dancing to make sure I don't step on him. After a few attempts, Zayn's hand lifts my chin to look up at him.