insane | zayn malik

Insane 3 | Getaway

Insane 3 | Getaway

A blue's music feast is going to be held downtown in the middle of the city. It was a nice Sunday evening which was perfect for a date. To kick off the month of July a lot of musicians would be on a stage performing to hundreds of people. Both Zayn and Mori found out about it days ago without each other knowing. So when they brought it up at the same time an argument broke out. They childishly bantered back and forth on who was asking who out. At the end Mori won and Zayn didn't.

"You ready for this amazing ass date that I'm taking you?" Mori asked batting her eyelashes at the man on her arm.

"Will it make you feel better if I lied?" He asked with a bland tone.

"Don't ask a question with a question," she says nudging his side with her elbow.

"I can't stand you," he mumbles underneath his breath as he rolled his eyes underneath his sunglasses.

"Malik, I advise you not to roll your eyes at me or else you won't have a dick," she clicked her tongue.

Zayn simply laughed, shaking his head at his girl, "There's something wrong with you."

"I've been told," she chuckles. "Can I say something?"

"Even if I said no you would still say it, so go ahead," he chuckled.

She slightly gasped," "Damn you know me so well—but anyway, you lookin' hella fine."

"Thank you, and you're looking like a meal as usual," he complimented.

"Aw, you're so sweet," she gushed hugging his arm tighter.

He shook his head, sighing happily, "You drive me mad sometimes, but I still love it."

"Good, because you're gonna have to deal with me until we die..together of course," she asserted like it was obvious.

"You should know that I'm not dying without you, duh," he agreed sounding like a white girl almost at the end which made them both laugh a little bit.

"This is why we're perfect for each other," Mori grinned as they walked towards the sound of music. The bass of the guitar shook the ground and they felt the pulse of the relaxing rhythm underneath their feet.

A black woman in a tribal attire was on the stage singing her heart out. The people were swaying to the music, and the sun was going down so beautifully.

It was such a good feeling, everybody out here felt it too. Zayn had his arms draped over Mori's shoulders as he stood behind her. He would whisper sweet things in her ear, in which it would make her smile and feel so loved. The woman's voice who was on stage was so powerful and smooth, singing about the aspects of love. It really related to them in so many ways, so it was totally ironic. They were into each other and it was crazy how far they have came. Without each other they wouldn't know where they would be.

Mori unknowingly looked to her right and immediately saw a group of guys dressed in all black staring at not only her, but at her and Zayn. They had a very dangerous look and she quickly looked away. Seconds later Zayn noticed how her body slightly tensed up so suddenly.

"What's wrong baby?" Zayn asked with his lips against her right ear.

"Don't freak out but there are like a bunch of guys to our right giving us that 'we're gonna kill them' look," she told him smoothly as she kept her eyes forward, being sure to not look suspicious.

As sly as possible Zayn pretended to scratch his head as he looked to the right. There was that group of men that Mori had told him about. Since he had dark shades on he saw them all looking at the two of them. He knew exactly who they were and he really didn't want to deal with their bullshit.