Where to Go

Chapter 5

Taylors POV-

I pulled my coat tighter, and trudged up the steps to my dads house. It was freezing! Zayn's tires slushed out of the driveway. I didn't turn around to wave, which I'm sure is what he's doing. Today had been fun. Probably one of my most favorite days, except the argument in the car on the way home, ruined it a little. It was unnecessary. Over a voice-mail! I honestly don't understand how Zayn can be insecure. I mean, he's freaking Zayn Malik! "Bradford Bad-Boy", the hot and mysterious one. He has had at least, every girl at our high school fling themselves at him, some tried more than once. Even when I was in middle school I couldn't help but watch. Then miraculously, in eighth grade, I somehow, unintentionally, interested him to the point where he'd brush every other girl off. He still does, but I wonder if he does it because he wants to, or if because he feels he has to because he's dating me. I hope it's because he wants too. I'd rather have someone just break up with me when they don't feel the same about me anymore, than be dragged along like some unwanted rag doll. Most girls are smart enough to know to stay away, but others don't seem to care that he's taken. He's a senior, and I'm a sophomore. It was the worst when we first started dating. When we met on the first day of school, me being in eighth grade, him sophomore, I didn't care about the girls that flirted with him. I thought I had no right to, and I definitely didn't think we would be where we are today. Then the whole week went by, and we were still talking. After a few months into eighth grade, people thought something was up. Zayn and I were always talking, even though we were in separate schools. The middle school and high school are connected, but have doors blocking them off. I only had one class in the high school, and he definitely didn't have any in the middle school. So, every other hour, we'd take a "bathroom break". We'd take turns sneaking out of our school and going into the other. Either I'd meet him at the high school girls bathroom, or he'd meet me at the middle school boys. Stupid, I know. We were even caught a few times, and had to meet at different bathrooms, but we did it anyways. Just to talk for seven minutes. Of course, I was very nervous the whole time, but after awhile, it got easier. I trusted him. It just took me so long, because I still couldn't get over that 15 year old sophomore, would want to talk to an eighth grader, let alone me. Molly and Hannah always thought something was up. I had to keep reassuring them of mine and Zayns 'friendship'. After another few weeks, we were meeting up after school, and hanging out for hours. Talking, laughing, gossiping, heck even playing. Sometimes we would go to the park, and we'd sit there and swing, he'd push me on the merri-go-round, and we would try to see who could go the farthest on the monkey bars. He'd tell me that all of his friends didn't understand him. They thought me and Zayn were secretly dating. I thought he was telling me this, to make sure I knew we'd never be anything more than a friendship. Never did I suspect he was telling me because he wished we were. I wished we were, but I would of NEVER told him that myself. He had to first. Almost the whole eighth grade year had gone by, when we finally got the courage to bring each other to our houses. My dad thought it was a bit fishy, and didn't like it. I had an easier time bringing him to my moms. My parents are separated. They live in the same town, thank God, but a few months after our suprise baby brother came, Alex, they separated. Lauren, and I were devastated, but realized it would only make things easier for us and our parents if we accept it. As soon as I brought Zayn over, Lauren thought something was up. After I explained everything, she understood. She has friends that our guys too, many actually. Summer came, and Zayn and I got a job at the local restaurant. We were together all day, and became inseparable. Soon, we were eating dinners at each others houses. So many good memories...A tear escaped down my cheek, freezing as a cold gust of wind blew. Freshman year came for me, Junior year for him. The year he'd come out and tell me. How could I forget it. It was the middle of the year. I had already been getting threats from other girls the whole year now, to back off. I had nothing to back off of. I was his friend. It's not like I suspected I was going to date him. Anyways he started this whole friendship thing. He was the one that had to walk me to my class after I hit him. He was the one that then met up with me in the hallway a few hours later, then the next day, to every other hour of school. So, I thought the girls could shut the eff up. If they had a problem, they could go talk to him. Zayn was unaware of the threats I was getting. I planned to keep it that way, but then after school....I was walking down the steps, getting ready for usual walk home. That's when out of nowhere, I feel someone grab my hand. I turned, startled. "Come on,"Zayn smiled, pulling me towards the supermarket. "Ugh...what's going on?!"I asked. We were almost there, when he stopped, and turned to me. Zayn put his hands on my wrists. I was so scared. I backed up in to the brick wall of another building behind me. He followed, and didn't stop until our faces were only a few inches apart. "I don't know how to say this, babe." Babe was nothing out of the ordinary for me. He'd been calling me that since the end of eighth grade. I thought nothing of it. I couldn't say anything. Being that close to him...Gawd. On top of that, my heart was beating crazily, and I was the most nervous then, than I ever was. Ever. I felt my cheeks heat up. Which made me even more nervous. "Haha,"he chuckled softly. "That always did get me." He stroked my blushing cheek. "I don't know. I'm going out of my mind right now. Understand me, I am so nervous right now. All I know is that if I don't do it now, then I won't ever have a chance." I remember feeling his warm breath on my face. I couldn't look at him I was so nervous. "Hey,"He said, tilting my head up at him. "Look at me." My cheeks blushed even harder. "Okay you're really going to have to stop doing that, or I'm going to get too distracted, and never get the chance,"He said staring at me with a small smile. Still, couldn't speak. "Babe. I don't know if you noticed.....-" He paused for what felt like an hour. "Alright, I'm just going to come out and say it. Look. I like you. A lot. I have for awhile. I think you could say I have ever since I turned around to see you, all shy and blushing, after you'd hit me. I knew I looked like an idiot, because I was blushing and just as nervous as you were. But I do, Taylor. I've liked you, I like you now...-"He stopped talking, then smashed his lips on mine. It was warm, and wet. I mean it's a first kiss..what do you expect. It was my first kiss, so I had no clue what to do. I was so in shock anyway from what was just said, and that he was kissing me, that I couldn't move. Total shut down.I remembered I was having a dance party in my head. I was completely taken off guard, and never thought he'd feel the same way. That's when I realized it wasn't a dream, so I better make the best of it. Right when I was going to kiss him back, he pulled away. His eyes were glossing over, and he had the look of rejected all over his face. "I..I...,"He said taking a steps back. "I..I should've known. How could you like me back. I mean you could have any guy you want. Why me?,"He whispered, retreating. "Zayn!,"I finally managed to croak out. He stopped moving, so I took that as an opportunity to kiss him. I had no clue where this kick was coming from, but hey. I wrapped my arms around his neck, stil blushing. The hugest grin I've ever seen crossed Zayns face when he realized I felt the same. "You...do?,"He asked, holding in his excitement. I nodded, with a huge smile too. "YES!,"He yelled, fist in the air. An old lady across the street look concerned, "Are you alright young man?" "Of course! This is the happiest I've ever been! Why wouldn't I be!,"He said looking at me. "Oh..shush up,"I teased smashing my lips to his. This time, it was a real kiss. Not me just standing there, unmoving. I pulled back to get a breath. Zayn tucked a piece of hair behind my ear,"I thought for sure you wouldn't like me back, and then think I was a creep." "Are you crazy?,"I chuckled. "You have almost every high school girl drooling after you, what makes me so different,"I stuck my tongue out. "Everything,"He breathed. "Now come on. We're going on a race,"Zayn said, intertwining our fingers, and leading me to carts, canes, segways and motor scooters for the disabled, outside of the store.

I smiled remember everything. Multiple tears had fallen and froze to my cheek. "Hey..what's going on?" I heard Lauren say softly. I rubbed my nose. "Oh. Nothing. Just reminiscing." "Yeah well, you can "reminisce" inside,"She said grabbing me and shoving me indoors. "Who's here?!" Alex yelled from the living room. "Oh it's just Tay-Tay,"Lauren said. The floor was creaking from his little footsteps running toward me. "Tay!,"He screamed. I scooped him up. "Hey big guy!" Alex wrapped his little arms around my neck. "Shouldn't you be in bed?," I asked, setting him down, with my best funny scowl face. "Noooo,"He said with a sassy tone. "Me and sissy are watching Toy Story!" I looked at Lauren, and she just laughed at his attitude with me. Alex is only four, our little surprise. My parents definitely didn't have him planned, but I'm glad we have him. I was only eleven when they told us, so I was a little jealous of the fact I wouldn't be the baby anymore. I grew out of that, and love this little boy. He looks exactly like Lauren did when she was four, but in little boy form. They share the same light blonde/brown hair, and tan skin. Not to mention how much the look alike. The only difference is the eyes.

Alex has our dad's blue eyes, Lauren, dark brown. I don't know where any of my looks came from besides my eyes and fair skin. My father has the same light blonde/brown hair as Lauren and Alex, and the blue eyes he and Alex share. My mother, has dark brown hair, almost black, with light brown,with a gold ring around the pupil, eyes. She's where I got my fair skin. Her father, my grandfather, was from Romania, which is where Lauren and Alex got the tan skin, and where Lauren got the dark brown eyes. My hazel eyes, I inherited from my moms side, and that's all I know. My dark brown/auburn hair, no clue either. My dad used to have red hair when he was younger, so maybe the auburn is from that. Otherwise, I'm my own unique traits.

Lauren loves Alex to death. She pretty much is like the parent. Puts him to bed, makes his food, get's him dressed, plays with him, drops him off at daycare in the morning..all of it. At least while we're at our dads. Our dad is usually working, so someone has to do it. My mom works a lot too, but she always makes sure she's there to take care of us when we're at her house. I understand our dad though. He kept our huge four bedroom house after the divorce, and that's a lot to keep up with being the only source of income. My mother just moved into a three bedroom house on the other side of town.

"Yah know...it is getting pretty late though,Alex,"Lauren said, picking him back up. "How bout we go in your room for bedtime." She was already walking towards his room before he could protest. I pulled out my phone. 9:30. Maybe a phone call to Louis can cheer me up :)