Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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The movie that we watched dragged on for the next couple of hours, I'm not complaining about sitting under Zayn's arms for an hour and a half but, I'm just sort of bored.

"You okay?" Zayn asks while grabbing my hand as we make our way back to the fence in which we came.

"Fine." I say and give a small smile. "Why?"

"You just seemed a little, I don't know, out of it during the movie." He says and helps me over the fence.

"It may have been because you tried to drop something on me and then you know took it back." I refer to how he was about to admit something big to me but didn't play along with it in anyway what's so ever; I'm not trying to make a big deal out of nothing, but I can't help but not forget about it.

 "What are you talking about?" He yells playfully in a sarcastic tone and acts as if he doesn't know what's going on.

"Fine, you can play that card it's cool." I laugh and act in the same tone as he is, two can play this stupid game.

"Trish, c'mon don't be like that." He says and jumps over the fence. "I told you that I'd tell you later, now can we please just move on and have a good time? It's our first date." He grabs my hand but I look away, feeling unpatient and wanting to know what he was planning on telling me.

"Why can't you just tell me?" I ask and yank my hand away, walking towards the truck and crossing my arms.

"I just want to have a good time! I don't even know why I told you anything about what I want to tell you," He catches up to me, I stay in my spot against the dirt but don't turn to face him. "And I'm sorry for just raising my voice at you, I really don't want to be fighting with you right now."

"Then tell me!" I yell, I'm completly oblivious to the fact that I'm being five times the brat than I usually am.

"Why is this so important to you?" He asks.

"It just is, you started to say something that was important, and then you just throw the, forget I said anything card." I yell, I turn back to the direction I was headed, kicking my feet against the thin dirt as we walk and holding my anger in my fists before I burst into shameful yelling.

"Then I said I'd tell you later! It's not even important, just that I miss my mother!" He starts to yell too, I know he doesn't mean to yell at me which is why I'm not taking any offence to it and I can feel the anger move from my fist slowly down to my fingernail tips.

"It's not just that! Just let's go back, this isn't even worth it right now." I say, slowly figuring out that I have just said something to Zayn that could potentialy break his heart.

"Trish, seriously?" He half yells as he takes a step closer to me.

"Yes, really." I snap back, in a monotone and cross my arms, standing up perfectly straight in front of him. His face is bright red from his anger and I can feel tears start to brim my eyes, but I act as if I don't even know they are there.

"Do you have to act like this?" He asks.

 "Act like what?" I say through my tightened teeth, you can barely hear what I'm saying, but thats a good thing at the moment, it makes me seem like I'm angry without completly showing it.

He rubs the back of his head with his hand and takes a step back from me. "That's what I thought, don't know what to say do you? You know I'm right about being mad, you just don't want to admit it."

"Trish!" He yells and turns away from me, wiping his mouth and turning back around to face me from several feet away, his face is bright red and I cant ell, more than ever, that the most emotion he has ever penetrated on to me, is anger.