Deep Desires (Zayn Malik)

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PICTURE OF AMANDA AND CLYDE TO THE SIDE.

Want to know something funny?" Zayn says when we start our walk down the sidewalk, us both overly happy with the fact we might have just bought a home.

"Sure!" I laugh at him, his arm draped over me and us trying to manage walking through the people on the busy sidewalks.

"If you take your age and add five... that will be your age in five years." He yells in excitement. I laugh, I was hoping when he started that he was going to say something intelligent but knowing Zayn, that could never happens.

"85% of bananas don't know they are going to be eaten after being peeled." He continues and I slap his mouth in hopes that he will stop.

"You trying to be smart is cute I will admit, but you sound like an idiot more than anything." I tell him and try to muffle my laugh when he rolls his eyes back.

"Okay Patty."

I stop in my tracks, turn to face him and drop my mouth so far to the ground. "Patty?"

"Patty." He repeats.

"What the hell Zayn. I'm not some old lady from a nursery home without any family, don't call me patty." I snap, not trying to sound like a bitch but probably sounding like a bitch.

"Now I know what to call you whenever you piss me off." He jokes, and I'm glad he does it makes me feel less bad about myself.

We ended up in a records shop that was covered wall to wall in bands and logo, along with records that lined the ceiling. "Look." I point to a poster up on the wall that is admirable and Zayn mumbles a wow under his breath.

"Interested?" A young clerk asks and I shake my head, we have to start saving money considering we want a home.

"It's an original. Was taken by a French photographer who captivated music and portrayed it differently in photos, like for instance, the person in this photo sang slow sadder songs but what does it look like they are singing?" He asks us, and at first I don't know if we are supposed to answer or wait for him to continue.

"Looks like he's playing something you would plug your ears to." Zayn answers and I laugh.

"Precisely." The clerk says. "Now if there is anything else I can do for you please just ask."

The trip to the record store was probably useless considering we didn't buy anything, but we spent the majority of the day going into shop after shop.

We saw different people, different cultures and experienced the diversity of Chicago Illinois.

We deciphered whether or not to go back to where we find shelter or stay out for a little more of the night before the creepy people came out.

My suggestion was Lake Michigan and Zayn felt that was a needed place to make out, and I couldn't have agreed more. He had another good feeling that bringing a six pack of beer was a good idea too, even if he had to drive us back.

"A drink for each bird we see." Zayn suggests.

"Deal." I shake his hand and we both open a bottle and lay back on the solid sand, looking up at the sky. "Zayn it is almost night are you even sure we will see any?"

"Shh." He whispers. "Do you hear that?" I lay my head back and close my eyes listening very closely.

"I don't hear anything." I say, feeling disappointed for a second.

"Just listen very closely." he stares at me, sending shivers down my spine and I close my eyes shut, listening very very closely this time.

The noise I hear is weird at first, but then it sounds nice. The waves from the chilling breeze pull the lake water towards the shore and makes a sound that is beyond indescribable.