Nobody Compares [l. tomlinson]

c h a p t e r s i x

They buckle their seatbelts in but Zayn keeps on fidgeting around his fingers which Florence noticed. Florence looked at him confusedly but he just shrugged before turning to her and gave her a nervous smile.

Zayn drives off to the fancy restaurant of the town and he parks his car by the side. He opens the passenger door for her and she mumbled him a "Thanks.", in which he blushed furiously. Florence took his hand on her hand and intertwined their fingers. Zayn was having multiple butterflies on his stomach and Florence seems to noticed it so she was giggling the whole time.

"What?", he asked, still blushing.

"Nothing. You look cute when you blush. . . With all of that red cheeks of yours.", she mumbles softly into his ear and pokes his cheek which made him even redder. They both walk off to the restaurant and they were greeted by the lady receptionist.

"Ma'am, sir, good evening. Do you have reservations for tonight?", she asked, eyeing them both.

"Uh, I'm Zayn Malik. . . I have a tab here.", Zayn responds.

"Oh! Right this way, sir Zayn. . . ma'am.", she says and they follow her as she gestured them over to a table-for-two.

They both take their seats and the waiter both took their orders.

"Zayn, are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, it's a little bit fancy over here.", Florence silently whispers at him and looks around to see couples who looked like multimillionaires just like her dad, but it's so unlike of her.

"Yeah. Don't worry about a single thing baby.", he smiles at her in which she also gave one back.

Zayn is constantly looking down at the table as if he was hiding something and that made Florence a bit more confused.

"Babe, is there something wrong?", Florence asked.

"Uhh, I. . . Um. . .", he trails off, lost for words. "I was thinking about giving this to you lately, because I know and I can feel that you're the only one for me. I am yours and you are mine.", he continues as he shows her a small box that has the 'Cartier' logo on the outside and hands it to her. She opens the lid, and there lies the most precious bracelet ever she had ever laid eyes on. It's the love bracelet, with the yellow gold for color. Florence's eyes pooled by the side so she swiftly wipes them, careful not to smudge them on her face as she tries to take in all the feelings she is having at the very moment.

"I hope you, like it.", Zayn smiles at her and she looked into his deep shade of brown eyes before smiling herself.

"I love it.", she corrects him as she takes the love bracelet on her hands, studying every angle of it. "Wow, you really bought this for me? It costs like eight grand. . ."

"It doesn't really matter. I know we're not into the materialistic relationship but I just wanted to let everybody know that you are mine and no one else's.", he says, the butterflies in his stomach still swarming.

"Of course, baby. I'm yours.", she tells him and she gives her hand to him and the bracelet. He locks it in with the key and he wears it in a necklace. He kisses her hand softly before running his thumb over the bracelet.

"I can't believe you got me this. Thank you so much babe.", she says, her smile is wide from ear-to-ear.

"It's no problem, love.", he smiles and he stands up to hug her in which she gladly hugs back.

Earning different and countless looks from the couples around them, they both seem to have gathered a little audience over their soppy action. She looks around and giggles a little in which he also joined.

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Zayn took hold of Florence's hand ever since they went out of the restaurant and never let go since. Public display of affection isn't really their thing, not especially to Zayn. But when he had been certain about her for accepting the love bracelet, he knows it's time for everyone to find out and it gave him a boost of esteem for their relationship that had been for 2 years and counting.

Zayn drives off to a certain destination without Florence even knowing, but judging by the surroundings, it is crystal that they are heading off to the beach.

He parks his car and he noticed that she was pouting, so he squeezed her hand. "What's the matter love?"

"We're in the ocean and I'm wearing this.", she says, looking up and down at her outfit.

"We just gon' take a walk. Besides, you can take your heels off and let me carry them for you.", he smiles at her and she gave one back before slipping the heels out of her feet and hands it to him in which he carried in his other hand. The white and fine sand tickles her feet in every step that she makes.

She lets go of his hold and runs over to a spot in which he followed. "Let's sit by here.", she beams and he smiled at her.

Florence sat in between Zayn's legs and he put her heels by his side. He snakes his arm around her waist and pulls her closer to him. He nuzzles her neck in which she let out a loud ticklish sound. "Stop it, babe."

"Okay, okay.", he rolls his eyes while suppressing his laugh and the eagerness to do it again. She takes the sand in her hands before letting them slip and doing it again.

Silence took over between them except for the sound of the waves hitting the rocks, the moon glistening, the wind blowing gently giving them both tingling sensations and the sound of grains of sand slipping out of her hand.

"My love for you is a jouney. Starting at forever and ending at never.", Zayn silently mutters, a small smile appearing by the sides of his lips.

"If people were to ask if how many time you crossed my mind, I'd say once because you never really left.", she whispers so quietly she isn't even sure if he has heard or not. And he smiled, his arms around her waist squeezing her tightly in which she let out a small chuckle.

"Be with me tonight, please.", she begs.

"Anything for you, love.", he responds and gave her a peck on the lips.

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