Loyalty {Z.M}

F.ive

   "Nice bedroom." Zayn comments and I nod my head with a small smile. I close the door behind us before making my way to my twin sized bed, patting the spot next to me which Zayn takes. He slides off his letterman jacket, and I see some tattoos displayed on his arms.

I lean over some, wanting to get a better look. Zayn realizes what I'm doing because he shifts a little closer to me, holding his arm out and I offer him a soft smile before letting my fingers trace over the ink.

"Mom let me get them done but said no more till I'm out of school." Zayn informs me and I look up at him, realizing he isn't like most jocks at our school.

He hasn't judge me once, he talks to me as if I'm an actual human, he didn't speak an ugly word to Luke, he was polite to Peyton and Dylan, and he's been nothing but respectful to me. Which is something I wasn't expecting.

"Do you have any ink?" Zayn asks me, tearing me away from my thoughts of him. I nod my head slightly, before clearing my throat. I turn slightly before lifting my hair. On my neck I have a small Roman numerals of my parents death anniversary. It's a reminder of them.

"Numbers, why?" Zayn asks his eyes finding mind once I've placed my hair down. I look at him, taking my bottom lip between my teeth not knowing if I can trust him or not. But he hasn't given me any reasons on why I shouldn't.

"My parents died in a car accident, which is why I live with just my brother. The numbers is the day they died... Just a reminder so I make sure to never forget them." I admit softly, and Zayn frowns slightly. His hand grabs mine, I know it's supposed to be comforting and it does. But it makes my heart flutter for some reason.

"I'm sorry you experienced that love." Zayn says gently, and I nod my head slightly. I swallow the lump in my throat before glancing down at our hands on the bed.

"Maybe we should get started." I suggest and Zayn smiles slightly, nodding his head but not removing his hand. All he does is send me his pretty smile and grab his bag. His thumb skimming my knuckles softly.
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  I wave at Zayn as he climbs into his car. He shoots me an academy award winning smile before closing the door and starting to his car and leaving the trailer park. I stand there with my hip leaned against the door and my eyes still staring outside.

"He was cute you know." Peyton says behind me, and I turn around. I close the door behind me and lock it quickly before crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"He's just a friend Pey." I mumble softly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Peyton smiles at me, her eyes sparkling.

"I said that about Dylan as well, but look at Dy and I now hun." Peyton tells me, and I shake my head.

"No, it isn't like that. I have a boyfriend. Luke, you can meet him. He's a real nice boy, and I really like him." I tell Peyton, and Peyton rolls her head as she looks at me with a look of utter disbelief.

But before this conversation can continue, Dylan is walking out of the kitchen with his leather jacket in his arms. He looks a bit worried which makes me slightly concerned.

"Mia, you need to stay the night with Luke or something. Pey and I need to go, and I don't want you home alone right now." Dylan mutters scratching the back of his neck.

"Why, it wouldn't be the first time." I defend myself, I don't want him thinking I'm some poor little girl who needs protection from a man. Dylan slides on his jacket, and pushes his hair back from his face.

"Just.. please. Somethings going on, and I know for a fact they won't call the young Ravens for this. I'll explain everything tomorrow Mia." Dylan pleads with me and I sigh. I nod my head and Dylan walks over to me kissing my forehead.