Sparks (An entry to the Play Dead One Shot Writing Challenge)

This starts off more than a month from the last chapter of Play Dead - Thirty: The Endgame

“You have to leave before she comes here, Zayn,” I say firmly, probably for the fifth time. “You’ll ruin everything.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirks, intertwining his fingers with my own. “I know you don’t really want me to leave, babe. I could just sit beside you while you two talk. Or maybe under the table – that works, too.”

“You’re unbelievable,” I roll my eyes. “Seriously, Zayn. I need to talk to her alone. It’s been what, more than a month since we last saw her?”

He pouts and looks away, pretending to be upset but still holding my fingers.

“I’ll meet you later,” I tell him, squeezing his fingers. “I promise. Immediately. As soon as I get up off this seat, I’ll call you.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, immediately, I promise.” I push his hand away from mine. “Now go, you big baby.”

He smirks and I lean back on my seat as he starts getting up, putting his jacket around his shoulders. Zayn keeps his eyes on me the whole time and I know he knows I don’t really want him to leave, but I wouldn’t admit that. Maybe not right now.

“I have to talk to her alone and you being here distracting me won’t help,” I tell him.

“If you’re really in a rush to get rid of me,” he shrugs and makes his way to me. He smiles, cups my chin and leans down to kiss me.

“I’ll go over to Harry’s. Call me as soon as you’re done, okay?”

I nod. “I’ll see you later, babe!” I call out to him when he starts walking away. He turns back for a second and winks at me.

I adjust myself ony seat, trying to control my breathing. Though I’ve been planning to do this for a while now, I was still feeling nervous.

The sun had set an hour ago and though she’d said yes, I wasn’t sure if she’d actually come. I looked around, though there wasn’t much to see except the trees nearby. There were other people sat by other tables, sipping on their coffee or eating their snacks while enjoying the view of the city.

I’d been planning this for a whole week and I could only hope that this would work. I chose this place because I’d always loved how you would be able to overlook the whole city, the cool of the wind blowing across your face while you enjoyed your cup of coffee. Ever since Zayn and I discovered this place a couple weeks ago, we’ve been coming here most of the evenings to just watch the London lights.

I glanced around just as Eleanor finally walked into the area. I smiled at the waiter behind the counter and he brings over another cup of coffee.

I take a deep breath and tell myself that I can do this, I owe them this.

Eleanor looks down at her phone once, probably to check my message about where I was sat. We’ve never actually texted before but I was glad when Zayn gave me her number, agreeing with what I had in mind though there was no assurance it was going to work.

“Hey,” she greets me with a small smile as she sits down on the chair Zayn was just in. She tightens her coat around herself.

“Hi,” I manage. “I didn’t expect you’d actually respond to my text, to be honest. I was surprised.” I smile, my hands around the cup in front of me. She smiles back at me as I push the other cup towards her. “I got you something.”

She smiles and puts the cup to her lips. Eleanor remains silent until she puts the cup back down. “Thanks. Though I’m not sure what this is about.”