Him

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We get into the car and I see a man in the drivers seat that I assumed was the Zayn that Perrie was talking about. I remained quite because I didn't know him and didn't want to talk. 

He turns back to look at me and introduces himself.

"Hello. My name is Zayn." He twist his body around in his seat and holds out his hand. I put mine in his and shake it. He turns back in his seat and puts the car back into drive and starts driving. Perrie was in the back seat with me and just sits there and talks to me about different places we can go to eat. 

"How does Chipotle sound?" Perrie asks Zayn and he nods his head. "By the way he is my best friend and we live together." She says. "Do you mind if we have some company with us?" She ask and I tell her I don't mind. 

"Do you like Chipotle?" Zayn asks as we stop at a stop light. 

"I've never had it but I'll eat anything right now." I say ashamed because I my voice sounded so desperate. 

"Sweet because it is my favorite place to eat." Zayn said and then turned the radio up a little bit.


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