A Date With Zayn » Zayn Malik

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C H A P T E R 2 ♡: Z A Y N

"It was nice meeting you, Layla."

She looked stunned with her big brown eyes wide opened and her jaw to the ground as I walked past her with an obnoxious smirk on my face. It was a simple and polite gesture I made purposely to get a reaction from her. I couldn't help but sneak a last glance at her as I exited out of the dining room, catching up with my band mates.

I tried acting casual, trying to ignore the type of impact this stranger had on me. It was as if there was a magnetic force pulling me to her; I didn't want to leave the room she was in. She didn't say a word to neither me or the boys which was unusual coming from a female who usually screams and cries in our faces; but I noticed that she was avoiding eye contact only from me which strangely intrigued me.

I instinctively peeked my head in the entrance of the dining room to see her a distant away with a frightening look upon her face, as she was getting scolded at by the guy in charge of the country club.

I couldn't help but examine her from head to toe. It was odd, I wasn't watching her because I wanted to be unfaithful to my fiancée, but she simply looked and acted differently than the usual girls I meet that I couldn't look away. I noticed the similarity with our outer appearances which could be the main reason I was strangely drawn to her. She was tanned with olive skin similar to mine; her skin tone looked so natural on her possibly being untouched by a tanning bed along with her long dark black hair to match perfectly. She was a little shorter than I would like but her tiny frame suited her. She was so innocent looking, so small, so different than the usual girls that normally caught my attention.

Oddly we looked alike but not enough to be considered as siblings; but as if we were meant for one another...

"Zayn, what are you looking at?"

I jumped at the demanding raspy voice, while putting a hand over where my heart was located, feeling it thump wildly against my chest. "Gosh, Harry, why would you do that? You know I get scared easily."

I tried recomposing myself, acting as if I wasn't just caught creepily gawking at another woman outside of the room she was in. I looked at Harry innocently while he stared back at me, smirking deviously.

"I had to do something to stop you from drooling," he responded, the smirk never leaving his lips as he spoke, "You were staring, Zayn. Like hardcore staring at her."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his accusation while casually feeling my face for any signs of drool that could've blindly left my mouth, "I didn't mean anything by it, Harry."

He chuckled, looking past me to the sight I was previously staring at. I gulped as he briefly looked at the girl behind me then back to me. "She sure is fit, I would stare too."

"Perrie is here, so keep quiet, Harry!"

"I like her; she's not like our usual fans," he mumbled, and I fidgeted nervously in my stance at his eyes never leaving mine, not even to blink once. "It's obvious you're her favorite."

"It doesn't even matter," I reassured not only him but myself. I looked down at my left hand to see the shiny ring nicely placed around my wedding-ring finger, as if it was made to fit around it. My heart began beating at the thought of the only girl I should always be thinking about; my fiancée.

"You can be engaged but still look at other women,'' he stated, as if he was reading my mind. "It's not a crime."

I sighed, scolding myself for my somewhat unfaithful actions that I had just displayed obviously for my band mate to catch me. I was always good at keeping my eyes only on Perrie especially after proposing to her; she was the only girl I saw and I never had the need to look elsewhere.