Maybe Then

~Chapter 18~

Chapter 18

•Makayla's POV•

I'm not really sure what to think of that little display back at the dorm. She was very defensive about this 'Harry' guy and how he was 'just a friend'. 'Just friends' don't call each other beautiful like that. El hasn't even been out here that long so how is it possible she's made a bestfriend this quickly?

I know she was trying to get me out of the dorm for the day but I don't know why. I should've pressed her to come shopping with me.

Whatever. I'm focusing on shopping now. It's all about me!

I first go into a Vans store and buy two new snazzy pairs. I then decided to checkout PacSun. I bought three crop tops and two pairs of shorts. Definitely worth it may I add!

Lastly, I went into Victoria's Secret. I bought some new sexy lingerie.

It was three when I got done so I decided to get something to eat. I ordered Subway and sat at a bench with all of my bags.

I was halfway through my sandwich when a man came and sat on the other end of the bench. He was very handsome and had striking features.

"Hi there," he smiled. I wish I could've seen his eyes, but he was wearing sunglasses.

"Hey," I greeted with a sheepish smile.

"Um, I'm Makayla," I attempt to say. I end up babbling a bit but he understood somewhat.

He held out his hand and said in return, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Zayn. Zayn Malik."

"That sounds familiar," I say without thinking.' Where had I heard that name?

"You may have heard of Malik Banking Co.? I own it." Zayn states.

My jaw drops. This sexy man owns one of the most wealthiest business in the world?

"Well how are you?" I flirtatiously question.

"Not to good, you?" he responds with a somber tone.

"What's wrong?" I instinctively ask.

"Its hard to explain. Wanna go get ice cream or something?" he questions nervously.

"I'd love too!"

He stands up and takes my hand to 'help' me stand up.

We go to a cute little ice cream shop, Stompy Cream. It was delicious and Zayn made a bunch of jokes the whole time.

He told me a bit about his life and things that he likes. Zayn is so sexy, it was hard to refrain myself from drooling everywhere.

After about an hour, we exchanged numbers and parted ways. He promised me that he would take me out to dinner sometime. He's such a gentlemen too.

I hailed a cab and threw my bags in and got into the cab.

"To the Stanford dorms please," I tell the driver. He nods and I'm off back to the dorms.