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Chapter 9

Brianna's POV

So far, this night has been a yay yay. The walk to the theatre was full of bullshit teenage talk like the high school days. Right now we're in the theatre, in line to watch "That Awkward Moment". Zayn got us tickets online last night but, the crowd's massive in here. Teen population, the most. How is it not house full yet? We squeeze ourselves through the crowd to the counters, Zayn holding my hand all along. We make it to the 'reserved' counter and the guy looks me up, head to toe. Asshole, get back to work.

"Reservation name?" he asks Zayn with no interest. Nope, none at all.

"Malik," Zayn replies simply.

"Sorry, but there are no reservations under your name," the guy gives us a disappointed look. What?

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Zayn's losing it. Shit.

"No," the guy says with a straight face - can't he be a bit nicer. Rude asshole.

"But I booked them last night," Zayn's nostrils were flaring and jaw tensed. Fists gripping the counter, almost ready to strangle the guy.

"I'm absolutely kidding, mate," the guy chuckles and Zayn's grip on my hand loosens. I never even realised his grip on my wrist was that tight.

"My name's Louis and here are your tickets," the guy smiles and hands over our tickets and Zayn makes sure to grab them before I do. Protective. Knowing Zayn is mad and wouldn't thank Louis, I smiled and thanked him. "Have fun tonight," he laughs and winks. Perv.

The lights are dim as we enter the theatre with our 3D glasses in hand which probably means that the movie would start any second. We find our seats somewhere in the middle and sit down. The commercials start and I swear the hatred I have towards them are greater than the hatred I have towards broccoli.

Zayn shifts beside me and I look to his side to find him already staring at me. Okay, then. "You okay?" I ask him feeling almost shy by all the staring and all. He snaps out of it. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just um-I y-you're beautiful," he smiles and I swear he looks cuter than a puppy right now. I blush and look at my lap. Stop blushing. Stop blushing. Stop. Blushing. This is embarrassing.

"Um..I love your jacket?" I ask in a questioning tone to lighten the mood and it works. He laughs. Crinkled eyes, scrunched up nose. He's so perfect.

"Niall picked it for me. Niall and Liam were over to help 'cause I was pretty fucking nervous," he gives me a kiddish grin.

I decide to ignore the last part, but Niall. I know that name. How? Oh, wait. "Niall? Niall from Lee Chinese?"

He nods and starts talking, "he's actually one of my friends. The fucktard pretended not to know me the other day," he shakes his head and laughs while I only stare at him who is yet another fucktard, a beautiful one. He's my fucktard.

Okay, seriously, what's wrong with me?

"Hey, the movie's starting," Zayn turns towards the screen and I literally force myself to avert my eyes to the screen, away from him.

I've been very desperate to watch this movie ever since it started screening, but look at me now, I couldn't pay any less attention to the movie. At least I'm following health and safety rules; taking regular breaks when staring at a screen. My regular breaks are looking at the young and admirable man sitting next to me. The breaks are so regular that they aren't even regular breaks anymore. I'm just completely staring at Zayn and the way he laughs and slaps the arm of the seat every time something funny happens on screen.

The movie ends much to my pleasure because I was having trouble understanding the last part because I was too busy enjoying the show next to me, not the show in front of me.