Lunatic

Chapter 42.

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Chapter 42.

"Oh thank goodness I'm alive." I said when Zayn parked in the back of a book shop building. This book shop was cute. It was small and it was on a corner. The building was built as old fashioned and the building was a dark brown. There was a few nice glass tables a few matching chairs that were outside, so you could read and maybe drink tea outside. It reminded me of a tiny shop in Paris.

"You're so dramatic." Zayn commented and I looked around at the bronze car. Hopefully there was any scratches or dents or any damage period. "It's fine."

I nodded still examining. "Just checking." I said. Instead of rushing in the book store, I took this time to get a better look at the picture perfect car. With Zayn leaning against it and his arms crossed, he looked even more perfect.

"Are you checking me out?" Zayn grinned and I looked at him with so much disgust. I was only joking though.

"Not you. The car. How beautiful it is. I want one," I said as I walked around it, tracing my index and middle finger together across the shiny perfect paint job off the expensive car. Zayn laughed and twirled the keychain that had the car key attached to it, around his finger. Staring at it as it was fascinating.

"You and what license?" He laughed and I scolded at him. "Besides this car is perfect. I thought you didn't want perfect. It's all about imperfectness with you," Zayn put the key in his pocket of his black skinny jeans. I learned what the jeans were called and I liked them.

"Maybe one thing in my life that I want perfect would be nice. And it would be one of these," Zayn was walking towards me very dangerously. "In this color. With black tire rims though. Full perfect,"

"Do you even know how many perfect things we do on this car? In this car? With this car?" I was watching his every movement cautiously. I didn't get what he was saying until I finally knew that his question was dirty.

"Um," I said slowly. Like I was lost. I didn't know how to reply to his questions. Nor did I really want to. I just said that. "What you have in mind, you can do with somebody else." I said the truth. Zayn lifted his head very sexily, is that even a damn word, smirking at me. He started to move closer to me and I lifted my finger at him to stay a few feet away. "Stay over there. You scared the life out of me today already," I waved my hand and turned around. Glancing at the beautiful car again before I made my way out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk.

A couple of kids on scooters passed by me. Wow. Where are their parents? A mother, that had a small happy baby in a stroller, was jogging behind the stroller as she exercised. Before I walked inside of the small, cute book shop, I looked at a few people reading their novels and drinking tea or coffee. I wanted to do that.

"You seem quite fascinated." Zayn said right behind me. The book shop was small and bookshelves stood with all sorts of different books sitting on them. Each aisle had a different category of the books.

The old man behind the register counter smiled and waved. "Hello." I smiled and said hello back to the sweet man.

"Come," Zayn grabbed my hand and guided me to the history section. Okay conscious, he took my hand, I didn't take his. I agreed on that back away until you two are an official couple policy that she told me earlier. "Bonnie and Clyde."

Zayn held the medium size book in front of me. "Read it, it's kind of what we're going through right now. All of the people in that book were real and alive once upon a time. Just read it, you'll like it." He kissed my cheek and guided me to another section. Okay. His mood swings are-

I didn't even have a word for them. I liked this side where he was respectful. Zayn already was but he got used to me so I am trying to decide if this is his true side. I wondered if he acted this way to his girlfriends, the girls he messed around with, and Perrie. His special girl. Her name even sounds sweet. What he told me about her and why she did spilt up with him, that made me feel edgy. He worded his break up session a little different but in girl code, Perrie got fed up with him. His acts, how he was, what he brung into their relationship. She couldn't handle it anymore. Was I ever going to end up like her? I'm not even with Zayn, but if I ever was. That question remained inside of my mouth. So many questions, so little answers.