~~Tessa~~
I felt very bad after I told Harry that Zayn and I where and item, so when we got off the plane I tried to keep to myself. I pull my bag along with me as I slowly walk along the hallway.
"Hey," Zayn says running behind me to catch up. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know.." I say to Zayn stopping so that we are chest to chest. "I just hope that Harry's okay with this..."
"I'm sure he'll be fine..." Zayn says, reassuring me.
We hold each other and don't let go. The warm ligtht pressure of his body against mine keeps me calm.
"Hey, let's get outta here..." he says nudging towards the door.
I laugh as he takes me by the hand and runs out of the airport, juggling his luggage at the same time. We drop our bags off at the hotel and just dirve, and because of the fact that Zayn didn't know how to drive.... I was the one driving the rented, black, Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren. It felt good to be driving on the right again. I look at Zayn as he tries to fix his hair in the reflection from the dashboard. 'Of corse...' I think to myself. Once we get onto open roads I begin to pick up the speed.
Zayn, being a spaz, lifts his arms in the air and shouts imfamous 'Wooo's'. I look over at him and it looks like he's having the time of his life. I shout with him as I turn on the radio onto some random oldies station.
"Don't you, forget about me!!!" We both scream as we zoom past the empty fields and patches of greenery.... Zayns coif, almost flattened from the wind as we drive in the musky England air. "RAIN KEEPS FALLIN! RAIN KEEPS FALLIN!"
"Hey watch out!!!!" Zayn screams as a rabbit runs out onto the road.
I scream as I swerve to avoid it, running into the empty field. I let out a big sigh and begin to laugh from the crazy adrenaline rush. Zayn takes in a deep breath putting his hands behing his head, then slowly exhales...
"Wow, that was close..." he says.
"Yeah," I reply puting the car in reverse.
I quickly look at the side of the car to see if there's any damage but it's just really dirty. It's gets really bumpy as we get back onto the road and head home. This will be something cute to remember when we're older, I think as drive along the empty road.
"Oh no!" Zayn says looking into the review mirror, "My hair, my beautiful hair! it's horrible!"
"Zayn, Shudd up! You look fine love..." I say meeting his eyes in the mirror, than winking.
When we get back to the hotel, all of the other boys are in their rooms, and Zayn and I are sharing one.
We walk into our room and it's about eight o'clock. Zayn plops himself on the bed, and I sit myself next to him.
"Comfy.. " he says.
"Yea.." I say with a laugh in my throat.
"Zayn.... Do you remember the day we first met?" I ask him, out of curiosity.
"Of corse, it was in Manchester and I had to sit next to you because all of the other seats were occupied..." he lets out a small breath and continues. "I remember you had you hair down, but it was a little shorter then... and, you wore a trench coat styled jacket with a pink skarf with tiny details on it. You're eye's were what really caught my eye though... the bark blue edging with the light green centre.... pure beauty." he says looking up at the ceiling with a light smile stretched across his face, "I new that at that very moment, I just had to get your number.." he chuckles, and so do I.
Then he looks at me, and rubs my cheek in his thumb. We just lay there silently for a few moments, untill he scootches closer and kisses me. I pull on the side of his loose black t-shirt, bringing him even closer to me. I open my eyes as we were still kissing and took a quick minute to take everything in. His perfect features were unique in every way. I want this, I need this, I love this....
