Nicole's P.O.V
Shit. The night was going perfectly fine until he had to show up. Out of all the restaurants in Moscow, he chose this small dainty one in the outskirts. He can not see me...or at least with Zayn.
Zayn looks behind himself and quickly hides his face.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Zayn asks discreetly. I am speechless. I sit there across from Zayn just shrugging.
"No idea." I watch as Erik sits at one end of the bar in the far corner from Zayn and I. "What should we do?" I look at Zayn.
"Tell me when he is busy, and I will walk out, get in the car, and drive a little down the road. Think you can handle yourself?" I nod throughout his plan and then give him an 'are you serious?' look on my face towards the end of his plan. He smiles small at me and reaches across the table and grabs my hand. I look down at our hands touching, and he gently squeezes mine. I look back up and meet his gaze. Those eyes of his are to die for. He gives me one last smile before I give him a nod of assurance that Erik isn't looking in our direction. Our fingers detach as he stands and walks out.
What the hell just happened. Too much is going on in my head I can't fathom a single thought.
First, my uncle popping up out of no where, then you got Erik showing up unexpectedly at the restaurant, and finally that little, I guess you could call, 'moment' with Zayn. I know I keep telling myself that nothing is going on between us, but I might need to stop lying to myself.
I need to take this seriously. Erik could turn around at any moment and see and shit could hit the fan. I need to stop day dreaming about Zayn. I look over to where he's sitting and his back is to me. I look out the window by our booth and see him get in a drive away.
"Oh my goodness.." I whisper to myself. I don't know why I agreed to Zayn's plan. What am I suppose to do? Am I supposed to just get up and walk out? Then walk down the road to the car?
Come on Sam. You trained for so much worse. You can do this.
What if I walk down the road and he isn't there? What if my uncle was right? What if I really can't trust Zayn? He is probably using his looks to get me to like him. Which, I'm not going to lie, is working. He could be holding my hand and looking me in the eye and the next thing I know he has a knife to my throat. Would he really do something like that?
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SUPER SHORT I KNOW.
DON'T HATE ME.
WELL.
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BECAUSE I AM THE WORST PERSON EVER AND HAS NOT WORKED ON THIS IN LITERALLY FOREVER.
Trust me I feel terrible. Like so terrible that I could cry. I took my first advanced placement class this year and lost my social life. But I took the ap exam earlier this month and have been slowly gaining that piece of me back. I am going to try to write now that I actually have some down time.
Please. Forgive. Me.
You know the drill..
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