Truth, Lies and Love (z.m)

Chapter 13

Previously,

My eyes widened almost to the size of apples and my jaw dropped to the floor, as I saw the sight in front of me. A clean- shaven Zayn, wearing a tight, black suit that clung onto his muscular body, stood outside, while holding a single red rose with bright green leaves and a wide, cheesy smile on his unfeasibly perfect face.

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Shock: the only thing my brain could register as I stood awkwardly holding the door infront of him.

"..Hey!" he says with a smile while slowly bring his hand up to scratch the back of his head. "Look, I know I said I would pick you up at 5 and ended up coming at the foot of your door step at 7, but..-"

As soon as a got over the sudden shock I did the only thing that I could think off. Turn away and slam the door. And that was excatly what I did. I slammed the door at his face and turned on my heels and walked to the couch where Alex was fast asleep.

Zayn stopped the slamming door with his foot and flung it open. Swiftly, he walked up to me while pushing up against the wall. The cold feeling of the wall caused a tingling feeling to trickle down my spine. Contradicting the sudden hit atmosphere, the hairs on my arms rise as my arms formed goosebumps.

"You know a date just doesn't magically appear. It needs time and preparation." He whispers inching closer to me. I squirmed uncomfortably pressed up against the wall. Trying to ease the pressured situation I lightly laughed, "If that's your excuse Malik, I'll take it!" I wriggled out of his grasp and moved towards the door.

"So we are on the last name basis now are we Hemmings?" A smirk played on his lips, as he turned away from the wall and followed me out.

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"I like that.." Zayn whispers to himself barely audible, but I just could make out what he said.

"Like what?" I turned to him, giving him a small smile.

" What, you heard that?" His eyes widened, while I nodded. He sighed, "I like that instead of dressing up in a fancy gown sequenced with a whole load of crap, you keep it simple - not much people would do that. The girls I have fu... I mean taken out wore either tight short dresses or like fancy gowns. And right now, I'm feeling a little overdressed." I cringed at the mention of 'the other girls he's taken out'.

"You know you can go change...if you want to. I don't mind. You look good in whatever your wearing." I blurted. I wanted to mentally face palm. As if you say that stupid!

"Good? Honey I expect more than a good. Even the word perfection is underrated when describing me." He laughs, while I harshly glare at him, "Your so full of yourself, that it actually hurts,"

Then it was his turn to glare, " Haha! Stop! Your so funny!" Leaving my side, he walks towards his sleek, Lamborghini Veneno and digs thought the boot of the fancy car until he held out a tight black skinny jean, a black V-neck top followed by a leather jacket.

" I'm gonna change, the suits is way too itchy," he says as he brings up his hand to scratch his back. I nod and plop on to the couch, turning on the TV to find that SpongeBob was on. I smiled.

" What are you smiling about?" A voice interrupts Patrick speaking.

"Nothing really," I say, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen in front of me.

"Wow, never have a girl chosen SpongeBob over me," mumbles Zayn from the back. I smirked even though he couldn't see me, "Well, build a bridge and get over it sweetheart." I turned to look at him, admiring the black skinny jeans which adored his legs and the tight top that clung onto his body. And to top it all of, the leather jacket which could make any girl drop her panties for him...except for me.